-:Voice of a nocturnal heart:-

Sitting at my nightly window-cell
for hours, such long hours of mine
gathering mere letters, my reluctant heart doth spell,
musing the world laughin’ and cryin’.
 
I lose my sense in the heavenly dark beauty-
never but unaware of evil and humanity.
The evillest of man lamenting upon himself!
The heaven reflects back my own dark reality.

I find myself in broad daylight-mirror wall
and get praised to be the best of all
but sometimes I must thank the nights I guess
for they never let reveal my most inhumane face.

Certainly, it's no one's fault being so bad a man
and man would condemn the past for sure
for he knows, he would be someone else's past,
spreading 'sprouting' seeds of sins as a cure.

How confidently could I lie myself !
Willing not to be discovered ever;
mustn't I forget my dark self -
invisible, but trapped in the nocturnal mirror.

My contrasting natures aren't eternal, I see !
Soon someday I'll crave for my death,
a death whose cause would be none but me, only me
still lying myself, with a false faith.

Someday lying at my grave-hill's peak
for hours, all long hours I would be owning,
gathering words, words my heart would then speak;
and gaze the world smiling, weeping, enjoying.