shall we go where evenings stay young
where they don’t fall into traps of nights
silent dark silhouettes of imposing nights
shall we go where they call out our names
where we are not subjugated to terms related by blood
where when we look up from reading our books
we rise to compile lives, not the words or syllables
shall we go where we reach yet we stay imbibed in journey
where even if we reach, we reach nowhere
shall we sit holding hands and joining shoulders
whence we feel the need to get up, we stay united
shall we live longer than we are destined to
shall we die young and let not grow our bones brittle
shall we look straight and let days pass by knowingly
where nights don’t merge into mornings
they stay separated bright as the stars in my eyes…
