As if all the music tumbled down the way.
The blanket of the dawn looks even moister today.
The story of the road
Where I lost my music once,
I told it to myself today.
Alas! You were not there to
Blow away the story with a smile.
What should I name this feeling of
You, not being with me -
The gloomy cloud or
The chaotic wind.
John Donne's poetry
Or Nilim da's nap.
My wheels want to break free today
Like a nomad, they wander.
Looks like the most musical poetry
Tumbles down the hill today.
