Not Seeking Retribution

Struggling with- 
a fakir's heart, at random 
fall, remembering a reverie 
in quest for unstopping 
in your home. 

It was not a personal 
guilt to modify the echoes 
to let go the original voice of 
the shelter. 

Not believing in- 
a parasol, I asked the moon, 
why the sky was crying? 

Walking alone in the 
valley of dolls, I 
assemble the broken watch 
of faultless decisions. 

Time was up and you sing 
in honey-trap of life.