(Captured from the Suratkal Beach, NIT, Suratkal)
Speak to me,
Speak thro’ drifting clouds.
O! sing to me,
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare,
To give to harmony.
Then call to me,
Call across the drowsy valleys,
Spread the word you care!
Now come to me,
Abandon now ,
My inner dreams ,
That lay illusions bare.
Then pray for me,
Pray that I recover,
From reality.
But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.
– Mark R Slaughter.
