Not a pain cares to kiss me ,
Its turpitude grins at the forlorn face,
I can hear the whistle of the train far away,
Tomorrow won’t be just another day !!
The afflicted day cried to me,
For you are always busy defending the night;
Sahara’s grass spoke of the path you left behind,
A dying blue flower, striving of your smile’s light !!
The cold scratches the soft fur of Hijli,
Perhaps a creative spice could have helped?
The city will not wake up to your absence ,
And me? I should rather hide behind your darkness !!
Let me burn in the coldness of your eyes,
At least I will be alive again,
A charred Christmas fate has left,
My scarred hands can sense your cold,
Take my fate and let me faint ,
For eternity in your coldness,
It will be a New Year !!