Flower gazed to draw them
But I don’t have this mind
Secret gazing of cumulus clouds
I know it’s going on from school time.
Notes bloom while I take your course
Amazed by the climax how it goes,
River of the city, so called drain
Still flows but clogged with leaves.
Oh no, it’s just a dream, just polythenes
Cleansing the mind before the step
And everything falls into hope.