Broken smile and emtpy eyes

You alowed these on your face

Of a wise Indian

Even thoughtlessly accepted that 

Your hair could be cut short now.

Deep down you lent yourself

to evil 

to low  

to harm  

to closed pitiful sorrow.   

Look, look away

In my eyes there 

I captures your slender image   

the silence of your boyish soul   

deserted and thorn forever.