Five AM. Five AM.
Someone turn the radio on.
Six o’clock, then, six of me then.
Still can’t hear the radio on.
One turn it up
Two turn it down
Three turn it up
Four burn it down
Can’t hear the rain call
Can’t see my tears fall
Feels like I’m drowning
In a fairy thrall
Fairy. Fairy
Ring around the rosy.
Do you hear me?
Do you see me?
Will you let me be?
Yes and no.
No and yes.
Do you know what I know?
Love is sweet.
Love is deep
But your love
Is never free.
(C) S. Harricharan