I see you,
Monday falls with you
Tuesday is fresh in you
Wednesday brings you
What brings you for Thursday
Friday forgets you
Saturday never knows you,
Sunday will leave you.
The week is you,
A calendar was printed
In your name
A roman empire falls,
With your magic
You never laughed,
To anyone.
You leave the chair empty,
Empty
The books have a meaning
I read your eyes
That wants a flower
From the valley
The scope was
And I fell in love with you.
Sidharth P K
Kochi