You may cry and wipe your tears away, Bleed may you do till the end of days, You may see and dream the bay Of stones and shadows of sorrow today.

You may see yourself again When days see dark and light sees the night, You may dream where dreamers begin To see you in their dreams at night.

You may run to catch your mind, You may hate with love in your eyes, You may see dreams collide You may even see days begging for the night.

May this dream I had tonight Make some sense in your eyes, I too am like you Confused by my sight. --Ayan Goswami