I want to be as pellucid as waterfalls As limpid as clear glass Transparent as windows between the walls Translucent as a frosted glass A case puzzling consulted to Sherlock Holmes A noticed must-read tome An idiom comprehended A metaphor which meanings unravelled But I'm a wall, thick and opaque Not translucid and clear as a lake So I guess no one will ever see through me My thoughts My being My depression.
For the times when we need people to see through us during our fuliginous hours.
By the river bank, the daffodil sways With the soft brush of astray wind travelling But not a petal of her defrays She remained charming and ever alluring Then I saw you wanted the flower there lies But I’m a stem, a nil to those eyes
At night, you glance at the sombre canopy Your eyes wander hopefully and eagerly Then I saw a glimmer and blithe on your face When you found the star- the only one you chase So, you combed the crowd of gas and dust Yet you couldn’t see the moon to you that always watch.
What can I do? I am no match to a flower and star?
Once, a child aged four asked her mother, "What are those lights over the yonder?" Then she held him tight, before giving an answer "Those are fireflies and they'll soon cross our border" The child's heart was filled with delight Ever innocent of the impending plight "Will they be here before we go to sleep?" He asked and the mother tried not to weep For she knew that that ******* Will sent them to an eternal slumber.
What kind of fireflies can give people too much woe and fear? What kind of fireflies can send people to an eternal rest? They are war bombs.