Shiuli

I saw her fade from red to blue

I cried an ocean from noon to noon

I prayed to god to exchange our hearts

He said my deeds were no greater than hers

I had no right to free her soul

I have no right to bring a soul

You had no powers to rectify

I have no faith in you no more

Shiuli , I am sorry, I am sorry

I touched her brow to bless her goodbye

She longed ahead for a blissful life

She waited for me to take her home

I kept waiting for her to bite the dust

With tightened throat and unshed tears

I eyed her closely all night long

I watched her fly to the city of gods

And prepared myself to rot in hell

Shiuli, I am sorry, I am sorry

Soaked in guilt I question myself

What would have been better, what would have been worse

to be hated for my deeds with a sack of salt in her grave

Or To be loved for my needs with a pinch of salt on her wounds

Parched in innocence I ask my conscience again

What would have been better, what would have been worse

Her truthful smile framed in a grey-scale Polaroid

Or her deceptive smile captured by my 35 mm

Shiuli , I am sorry, I am sorry

Every moment I breathe, is a moment of daze

With a coin in my hand I peruse her pain

12 hours of pain or foreseen years a slave

Foreseen years a slave or 12 hours of pain

Shiuli, I am sorry