When moisture seeps across might sky,
When dark brightens dark,
I\'m blown a way, away from echos,
As I walked for miles with me,
It wasn\'t that hard to loose my way,
As I talked for hours to me,
It wasn\'t that hard to wait being wet,
Since I waited for long to get wet with wet eyes,
In the world of fluffy wretched weights...
As I dreamt of a dream for me,
It wasn\'t that hard to scream,
in midst of misty woods, in midst of dripping greens,
Since I screamed for years to get away from histories that still scream...
-Tapashya Das