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".