Played with the moon,played with the sun
kept playing and played with my own ghosts

All hopes burnt why! lost where my desire
got into the habit of sorrow,played with them

Wrote story grief,those hurt of life
had not the courage to read,played with envelopes

Stood the landslides,the wind,the thunder and storms of this depressing night,
living in this season of hell,played with the tears

Would have gone filled with faith,worship with trust
false were the gods,played with every shrines




Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan