The truth is dark under my eyelids.
What anyone can do about it?
The birds are silent; so as my lips; and there's no one to ask and no one to talk about it.
All day long I squint at the gray sky from my room's window.
Waiting desperately for the winds' blows to fly me back to my home
New Winter in the new country shedding like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, I'm staying in my own darkest heartroom.
Taste less boneless tongue to the first winter
Till the birds to drop some spice from my home
Before the liquid moon
moves gently to the next season And water turns to stone
Let my dark eyelids see the colors of my home - Jairam K
What anyone can do about it?
The birds are silent; so as my lips; and there's no one to ask and no one to talk about it.
All day long I squint at the gray sky from my room's window.
Waiting desperately for the winds' blows to fly me back to my home
New Winter in the new country shedding like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, I'm staying in my own darkest heartroom.
Taste less boneless tongue to the first winter
Till the birds to drop some spice from my home
Before the liquid moon
moves gently to the next season And water turns to stone
Let my dark eyelids see the colors of my home - Jairam K
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