Beyond the eyes the very images maybe
mirror the thoughts even rages maybe.


Same one chapter but many pages maybe
feelings like wild birds in cages maybe.

Rest upon a soul and it phases maybe
if the butterfly flies it amazes maybe.


Not only to get through the hazes maybe
or light the light follow sages maybe.


When the fear is big heart races maybe
when the hate is big heart closes maybe.






Copyright 2008 Roshan Tulachan