You are a Wrong Piece to be Here

- Should I stay or should I go?
Then a butterfly alights
The leaves fly in the wind
“You are a wrong piece to be here,”
they say

So the shadows come and
clouds come into rain
“Don’t worry, dear - the sun will shine again,”
a little fairy whispers in my ear,
“The rainbow will kiss away your pain…”

So I see – the shed of dew on a leave

The road begins to dry
The dew is still there
I see the dew – I see a new life
But this heart of mine is not within any reach
The dew is still there – on a leave
Still… I don’t belong to here

Shed…
No…
S h e d…
N o…
S h e d…

- Should I stay or should I go?
The dew is still there – on a leave
“Are you coming with me – if I stay or if I go?”


Is it not too early?

To leave…