As the koel bird sang, I wandered through the garden of my memories;
The places I danced.
Under dancing lights, to beats pulsing from the floors.
The people I loved.
Around round tables, through frosted glass doors.
The songs and laughter,
Some louder, some softer,
Then came the rain, as if nature mourned as it had been for days.
Covering the sun with forty-nine clouds and a billion droplets of pain.
And I remembered.
Though I am scared, I will dance again.
Though I now refrain, I will laugh again.
And sing and kiss and love and live,
Fear has no strong enough chain.