Swimming on dry land
where I was human
asking for air
and I was a fish
asking for water

Feet against sand
where flowers dont bloom in
that nothing was fare
and the only wish
was to get better

And in poems
The little bird finally
Sees the door of her cage
But chooses to stay

It was a joke
When your eyes fell on mine
It was all a  joke
When our fingers intertwined
& I was the joke
Thinking you were only mine