My eyes stilled by the stars in the sky,
My ears hear the swallow’s soft cry.
Someone is out there who can hear their cry,
Looking at them I tried also to give it a try.
My cry was returned unheard,
No more I can sing like a bird.
My cry gets buried deep inside,
Like unfortunate swallow’s flight.
My this wait for you and hope to see you,
Gets lost in this still night and staring at the stars…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag