Weaving Teardrop Wreath

Tears, my sole companion

In moments of joy and sorrow.

I weave teardrop wreath

To be worn on myself.

For, the flower garland is out there,

Locked up inside the milky moon,

Amid the eternal clouds.

I view, view, view...

To my heart's glee.

Disenchantment distance lends.

Towards the faceless coin

If a person is born to die,

My Lord, take me away.

If a person dies to be born,

My Lord, let me live.

If birth and death are life coin's two faces,

My Lord, turn my coin faceless!

Death, the Hero!

I admire you,

Come over to embrace me.

I adore you,

Take me into your arms.

I beseech you,

Ferry me to your world of solitude.

Oh, death! You are the truest hero

I would ever want to be with.

Death, the life

Memory is death in disguise

Haunts, aches, kills…

Death is life sans memory

Smiles, cheers, exults…

I jump in joy

He hugs me!

I piggyback
To a humane world!