I can see a bit of future
And sip a cup of tea
Low waves and high tides
In that deep blue sea
Glimpses of the world above
And abundance of the earth
They look so perfect and plenty
There is no denial no dearth
I can see myself in mirror
For as long as I want
Shy away in admiration
Or impenitently flaunt
At times I lose my way
Sans all the verve and zeal
Decrepit but turns null and void
Cometh the touch of heal
Like a striking maiden
With a mask on her face
Like moon in a rainy night
And the clouds as its lace
They are epitome of life
Full of splendor and grace
For I can kill and get killed
If that may be the case
My heart resides within
Those starry streaks of hope
Call me a sinner or little insane
But your eyes are my Bioscope
