Puppet in the hands of destiny,
while looking in the mirror of life,
wearing this new mask of smile,
so let, no one see these sunken eyes.

Never attempt to weep once
as it may muck up the make up
on the face…
Facing the stage in fear
My bosom rising and falling
in anguish…
Anxious to play the different
shades of flesh..

Agony deep within crushing my
mind and soul,
in deep pain no where to go,
no one to listen this painful song
of my soul.

This world filled with materialistic
souls…
people rushing to be the puppets,
mortals alive to bustle only to attain
the greedy earthly possessions..

Lying on the ground as an autumn leaf,
calling you to pick me in haste,
before the breeze to blew me far away…
Way lying on the ground as a dandelion,
to become a wish in your life….

PIUSHA…