playing in the lap of dreams
Adorned by silver beams
Eyes deserve the nursury rhyme
As if they stole Italian wine .
Seeing the picture in album
When will my papa come
Putting knife on sweet cake
Promises papa always break .
Oil of pain in the lamps of eyes
Papa will come , no more cries
Mumma , sing a saucy song
Why silence , what\'s wrong ?
She enoys her innocence
In the dark veil of ignorance.