The day you walked away

The day you walked away,
The day I passed away.
Nothing but a restless quake was dormant,
Nothing but a naïve child was adamant.
Even the time went deserted,
Nothing but a falling tear was veracious.

Oh, it’s a sailor on his boat,
Babbling out the grief of his own,
Under the dismantled blue air,
When waves are soundless and down.
How much prosperous he is!
Nothing but a tacit head was loquacious.

The serene peace we shared,
The still voice we heard.
Nothing but the whistling wind is agitated now,
The soothing sea-shore is turbulent now.
Nothing but a green soul was tenacious.

Oh, it’s a sheep in its pain,
Calling out for the end,
Nothing but a vegan lion is edacious.
How much lucky it is!
Nothing but a dying spirit was audacious.

Now it’s me, just me, just me...