Make Me Free

It will all be gone one day.

The rains draunching you with smiles

Or be it the drops flooding those dreamy eyes.

Be it those scattered dreams

Or the hopes piled up in some corner of your heart.

As evening engulfs the brightest sun

Or as the clouds shadows the faint moonlight.

It will all be gone.

Why the horde then?

The chaos for what?

Let's rest .

And face the mirror.

Let the smiles be real.

Let me be,

Clear as clouds, serene as a Finch and faint as those moonbeams.

Let me cut the chain of ethos.

For you know

O mother, the world is all moonshine.