The stare of the portrait...
teases me with deep intentions...
See there that youth stands, his beauty preserved like diamond...
And I, like a wrinkled paper, look back at it with eyes of guilt...


The youth poses questions for me...
Asks me answers I never wanted to reveal...
Why my ending moments are so painless?
why instead of peace they are so tensed?


The smile of that youth, is what I dreamt for ages..
That glow in that eyes, is what I washed up with tears
That soft spotless skin, how can he have...
I have all the wealth I ever wanted, but yet
Regrets is what he never had, I have soo many...


See the magic of that youth, I am soo jealous of him..
he is making me cry, a thing I left and forgot years ago..
Someone please tear this protriat, my servant took it away from me...
Yet that eyes and that smile somehow keeps mocking me..


"Burn that portrait" I ordered
So the slave did, yet That smile sacres me...
Those eyes have peace, I lost as I earned
That smile hides answers, I lost as I became proud


Finally the day came he can no longer scare me...
My eyes closes, yet his is opened still
My lips are dry, his filled with love and joy...
HOW CAN IT BE, TILL THE END
IT WAS A LOST DEAD ME WHO SCARED LONG DEAD ME......