It stretches the day a little longer
Memories of the Heaven’s blue
Still not died, still not dried up;
The sky is dust of gold
Still alluring
Floating in those vacant eyes
For a few moments left;
The life is a gem,
Spoilt by a failed palmist,
The band of clouds
Over the wings of horizon
Crimson—a stream of blood—
Through the darkness of Hell
Whispering tale of death-eaters;
A dream yet survives
To be there, to be there,
Carrying wounds,
Scars on the path
On those weary feet;
Still a dream survives,
To be there, to be there,
Miles away the home is peace.
