I try to steal a chunk of sleep br From the eyes of a dozing infant br And reinforce my fading dreams br br I try to lure the ethereal stillness br From the site of his cottage br To set an ambience around me br br I carry the onus of desires br One by one, like the army of ants br And stack it safely before a storm br br Soaring with my slender wings br I scan every garden for bright tokens br And tuck it along the twigs of my nest br br I walk along the shores of time br Watching the ebb and tide of emotions br To learn the art of constant resurgence br br Some nights I plead the stubborn sky br To dropp off a star at my every wish br In a state of juvenile madness br br But it did not happen br The carnival of love never came br To the cheerless town of my heart br br Still the spring of my desire waits br On the divested branch of time br Just lingering there, around that dead tree.