Okram Shakuntala
Upon thy brow
The sky is dim
Without perhaps him
But what can he do ?
When the hopes
request to
The sky is crying
Tears are falling
But the air has fear
The storm may appear
The branches are dry
Perhaps it is to fry
The long waiting
emotions
Have had no
motivations
The dust is black
With a great shock
Who can evoke
To break the rock
Oh my time
I committ no crime
Why you do run away
Above all to say
The grass is small
To fight against all
So I do here
To all adds adore
What love what lust
In our lives brust
Neither you nor I
Where all loves lie
I feel much ashamed
Not to face but
blamed
How can the Night
end
Where the breasts do
bend
What wealth what
beauty
Like all hot cup of
tea
Now it is hot
Then it cold but
I understand all
How you do roll
You can touch the
time
If you are free from
crime
None can live long
To listen the last
song
You can only guess
But no to proudly
face
You are the picture
I have had for ever
What what you feel
Like an iron rule
What you did offer
Still you have fear
Perhaps it left you
To reflect a few
I find upon thy brow
Aired with a crow
No black no white
But your lock is
bright
