You have few dreams, so do I
Eyes full of hope, images of future and of life’s soap
Unwinding desires and lust of one’s own fish’s nose
Few words of comfort yet few like stained knife
Pure heart and tainted heart, both stands now as mad king’s wife
You have few dreams, so do I
Indeed life is a vicious circle, since I respect you but you respect only I
Aren’t there some lessons of humanity?
Some unspoken needs that are still away from the society
May be that life is a myth
Where the guardians are friends not the dictator
You have few dreams, so do I
Some images of love and some of laughing while I die
© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013
Akhand Singh 