A sweet baked pie
Of beauty, charm and magic I was
Mystical thoughts I had
Imagination high I kept
Walked on the infant blossoms
That filled the road with an essence
Just like the shower of colourful meteors
Just as a rainbow, maybe
I would get excited and play around
Making a ring for myself
To be the queen of the Frozen palace
And as the clouds would darken the day
I would sit under the grey sky
Taking in the heavenly bliss
With each falling drop
Perfectly blending on my skin
Smell the aroma
Of the cheerful petrichor
Dancing all around the world
It used to be me
Before I became shrewd
Learnt how the world works
And by the time I realized
My innocent heart was already left
Behind the cruel regulations of the earth
It seems someone has rented my soul
My consciousness
I overthink
I stop
I can't stand
My efforts that I put
Are dead already
There are scars on my intuition
Of the wrongdoings of others
I am becoming weak
Hand trembles and so my chest pains
Cannot cry but a teasing pain laughs in my heart
When I think I failed twice and thrice
Inner peace is torned
Bleeding like a hurt tiger
I doubt if I'll last long
Because I have a power that once broken
Would run on gasoline.

© Viyaka-tī-Gatā