build my gallows
build my gallows high

blood moon, fire red
no gentle breeze
not a flower in your bed

the echo of rocks
from your fingertips
a roll of the dice
in your eyes

no flowers or the sun
a roll of the dice
and i'm gonna run

build my gallows high
with long fallen trees
in ragged, wind blown skies

build my gallows high

My shadow, sheaths the sorrow
That breaths in my veins
Who knows, if I'll see tomorrow
With these unbearable pains
I am sure, my life is temporary
Now that,
It's all true...
The tears that shed now
Had waited for a century
You don't have to feel sorry
As I was the one to love you
Just bury me, there
Where no one knew,
That I ever existed
To forever love you...


©Seema Sen, 2020

Don't search for those who cannot be found.

Don't lose those who have been found.

Don't wait for those who do not
come.

Don't make those who come to you, wait.

Don't ask  those who do not give.

Don't forget those who had  given you something.