Like some drops of water,
As are those cristally clear.
Wearing over the dark souls, are
Life-less bodies completely fair.
The melody of life and,
The rhythm of shining moon.
Are just to praise curseful sins,
But are written inspite for bless and boon.
Depth of despairs have broken them
Into pieces of countless blames.
Vague memories are stucked with lives of
Young lovers who smiles in shame
And weeping lads with yearning love.
Quoth,”these are all beautiful cloth of colourless loom,
But shall outlive to the edge of doom.”