Marana Tha

Beside my schedule,
Aside from the incident,
Inside that cage
My heart is displaced.

For how hard shall I toil?
For how long shall I wait?

Will the sweat from my brow
Give salt to the soil?
My friend, my Rose,
I want you to blossom.

Ahhh...Grace wont shower till my work stops...now!
And the petals will fragrance
Before my heart is found.