To a red body

A star must shine on a grey landmark,

To inspire such a hope,

For your hands are still tied,

To build your own hut,

Just like the words remain unclear,

When,

They get caught,

By your throat;

Your silhouette must be reflected,

On my mirror,

Every time you smile,

At the jukebox,

For such a dance of you does not,

Project,

The Earth’s blessing,

But the Golden Venus,

Everyone fantasizes;

In which the fish is hooked,

By the same rod;

Just like a piece of flesh is,

Easy to get;

When your fingers heal,

A Prophet’s migraine,

And your feet walk,

Over cracked mud;

I shall guide you,

Towards your purple light.