It could be,
like the old days someone
like the old lovers will draw flowers
at my handkerchief.
When I sweep sweats and I will be addicted by the essence of wild flower.
It’s quite possible that someone could hold my chin and brush my hair.
Then my hair would not fall again by ignorance.
It’s not impossible to happen that, someone will say, `my rice mixing is so tasty’.
After long days I will eat rice with full pleasure.
It could be so much possible someone will,
suddenly someone will stop my mouth,
close my eyes,
then said, `stop talking, go for a sleep.’
It’s been hundreds year
I did not slept on anyone’s lap.
It could be possible I will be a baby on your chest.
It could be simply possible that I put tattoo of my love bites over you.
Actually I want like that.
A very adorable hand rubs my rough back with foamy soap.
It’s been years that nobody touched my back with love.
I pray with all my soul, someone will draw a full moon at my palm with henna.
How long my poor palm will be bare!
It could be happen that I will be alive again and begin to believe in blind love.