When the moon shines in light

crows fly everywhere in night

hearts beat with clatter of coins

lambs become instinctual lions

book and pen seem like burden

drama is shown behind the curtain

when kites shows their all skills

body waits to clear its bills

blood becomes water to shed in gutter

flesh is tasted with sauce and butter

search for my lost world, I

laugh like crazy and hide in dark to cry.