The oppressed mind–makes the eyes stare in the dark
Every one and no one was to rejoice
In past memories and future shadows
An inkling–
The past has faces while the present has emotions
But the eyes constantly stare
A tune, a song, what is it!?
Which plays in the hollow of the naked dark day
The tired body–makes the soul dream
Of freedom–from the shakles
Each and all were to part–
You took that road which I was not allowed to take
I took that path which you could not find
The eyes, constantly gape
In the glistening bright night–none stirred
Each toiled!
And the eyes….they stared, in the space, deep into infinity
Then, the soul was free, so it was lost
The body–was dead and so it was born again!