Tell you, but A story..

The Sea-gulls run into western breezes


Salty air drenched with wetness of tears, sweat and rain


The window-sill kept open, a bird might just come and sit


Someday this Ogre would also find his Haven.


And somehow someone would come and peep


into the dark and deep


and rescue the princess within me


If there is one to be seen.


Till then let the thorns, place themselves


like the holocaust into my dreams


Let the board hang loosely at the gates,

"Trespassing Not allowed, Make no mistakes".