The sky is still tinged in blue,

The sun is shining so bright,

Nature is flaunting superb hue.

Still looks great a starry night.

They all did look just the same

When life was not a mere curse

When I still had a sweet name,

‘Old Beggar’ still now sounds harsh.

I still ruminate golden days,

That period gone really fast.

Still I had courage and the rays

Of hope, in that gleaming past.

I just wanted a famed future

With music as my best comrade,

I dreamt to be a rising star

Of pop songs before I was dead.

My inner music died that night

When I chose to beg in streets,

Beside the bush in streetlight

Shivering without the warm sheets.

All I’m doing is acting great

To show people I’m not dead;

I hope to get rid of this state;

I hope it’s the final masquerade.