Suddenly, the sarengi rose to a certain tune,
The heart woke up and looks towards far away.

The homeless mind lost its way in an unknown direction,
However, extended the hand saying that it would be time to leave.

What else does it take to tie the wire apart from the binding,
Perhaps, there was a dry bouquet on the open window.

What will happen if the tomorrow remains to be recognized,
Though trying to make up for those lost old days.