Feel
She opens the window.
The morn dews still on petals,
And the brand new breeze Teases some of her hair,
In the air, where new hope's reborn.
The new rosy light twinkles her eyes;
But, no sparkling sparks back
Touches her skin, enters her nostrils
Yet, She carelessly turns her back
Nothing felt by the soulless heart
Nothing... So, she doesn't care.
The new air changes the room's air.
The new morning sweeps yesterday's feel
From the room, the walls, from the breath
Lights of the brand new day feel.
Whilst her soul windows keep closed,
Keep being consumed by the old air,
Old days, old chains, old nights. She-
Wanderer in nowhere lands
With no comeback
No hope
Nope
At all
.
S.C.P.Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 