Dream weaver, u weave the fine lines

  That mark the tatters and torn of our wretched lives

   Up above in the skies

   In the forbidden domain of a lonesome moon

   U weave our ‘ lives ‘

   The hunch back moon on a dark sky

   This Goddess of illumination burns by

   Amidst the lunarscape

   Dream weaver, u weave our’ lives’

   May be the moon has frozen ice

   Beneath those dark craters running deep

   Where in those crevices u sit by, dream weaver

   Weaving ur ‘ lovely’ yarn of our lives on earth

   Dream weaver, u embroider ur lovely yarn

   With bright flowers and smashing colors

   That only speak of a bright sunshine in our lives

   Alas ! the last flower u plucked upon this yarn

   Was not so perfect !

    Not so bright as the rest of the exquisite yarn

   And then that the rains came and with it came the hailstorms

   And u dropped ur lovely yarn from up above

   Carried by those rain drops and hail chisels

   And the next dawn that a little child woke up

   And found the green grasslands turned white

   By the yarn spreading on the earth beneath

   And as he stepped on to this ‘ yarn’

   What did he encounter ?

    He encountered life, both the good and the bad side

    Of this enigma on earth

   The moon shines again on a restless night

   When the world is utterly restive

   And in the lunarscape, dream weaver

   U weave ur ‘ lovely’ yarn of  mortal lives ?