broken pieces, are all getting joined back, slowly, slowly..
all those incoherent notes are now joining together, slowly, slowly..
the hazy face of mirror is playing, slowly, slowly..

A little life has lost its childhood,
it slept covered with the ***** sheet of fear..
helpless, alone, mute, it wept in silence..

These tears running for years, are stopping, slowly, slowly,
the eyes which were closed till now are opening, slowly, slowly.
The hazy face of mirror is playing, slowly, slowly..

I lived in disregard of myself always,
I drank the poison he dissolved (in my life)..
Hiding in the cover of silence, he committed a crime..

That lock put on the tongue, is opening, slowly, slowly..
There is no mistake of mine, I am getting to know, slowly, slowly..

                                                                                                                        -ram sampath