I don’t want to know why the sky is blue I don’t want to see the works done by you I don’t want to know about your occupation I don’t want to waste your all attention, on me. Cause all I want to know is that, from which holy place have you came? How you made an infant so brave and strong? How you raised me up? How you made me so bold? I want to know I am very lucky, that you are my parents.
I don’t want to be an exploding star I just want to be the farthest star god gave me the greatest gift, my parents and now, I’ll fulfil your wishes and all I want to say is that, you are my heart and brain, you made an infant to grow and gave him this delightful rain, and I promise you that, your solace will not go in vain.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I