These multicoloured rolling pupils,
lying in the white peaceful space,
ironically, are the most impatient little creatures,
who just can’t wait.
At moments of thinking,
they just roll at the corners,
but when the bulb glows,
they just doze off with the warmers.
When the soul is blissful and crying
they pour out of happiness,
oh! what is the use of wrying?
But when the curtains fall down,
and the lies are out,
these rolling truths,
simply kneel down with shame,
now ready to pout.