Image from Seema Pillay
She dreams blue she dreams white
What has come true has never been bright
She gathers all the courage to dream allover again
Yet she is sick for fear, for it may be all in vain
The dream that gave her happiness first.
Their pleasures here are past, and so is their pain
She died several times, several times she rose again
But No one could see her shadow suffering in pain
Now she wonders when shall they meet again
In thunder lightning or rain?