Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind
Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces
One light cast all
the shadows
The picture remains incomplete
Wind has died but leaves still flutter
Chaotic universe of mind
Just an open
coffin
Awaits at the wedding altar
Still the bride is beautiful
And relatives are taking pictures
And in the winter's freezing
gloom
The garden has flourished to its bloom
Chaotic universe of mind
Is there ever a picture of my kind?
Its points are
five, deeply rooted in my mind
Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces
One light cast all the shadows
The
picture remains incomplete
Wind has died but leaves still flutter
Chaotic universe of mind
If you can't make it
complete
Would you try your best and lie to me?