Memories of my life

Hell or heaven, I am unable to tell-

But I am very far from you.

I don’t have my body, I don’t have pains-

But still I have my thoughts, my memories.

Here I cannot see anybody, I cannot hear-

Never I sleep, never comes the darkness.

But still I have my thoughts, my memories.

I remember that opera-

The one you used to call earth.

I was sitting in the corner-

Watching the play with a keen interest.

Play 1.

It was a rainy evening, then-

I was walking in the streets.

I liked the smell of the raindrops-

And I liked the smell of the wet sand.

I saw kids playing in the rain-

They were happy than ever before.

I heard a sigh from the wind of east-

Tried to compare with the sound of rain drops.

Felt that pain came from a shivering heart-

She was selling her baby for a bag of coins.

I stood there as a granite rock.

I forgot to ask something, as a common man.

The claps in the opera made me awake.

Oh now I realize that it was just a play.