My New

A twinkle outside my window,

A happy thought or a child’s play

A hint of hope and trust of borrow...

Faiths of the worlds would deny

The rhythm of a simple song someday

Would engulf me in entirety

I would hum in different times

Smelling the roses of yesterday...

I would go to that place and sit down

Staring into distances, breaking them

Reducing the effect, polishing the edges,

I would make it new, shiny now...

The dirt removed, lustrous of ideas new

I will show it off, dare you to

come this way and make it anew, too...