Skeletons Out Of The Box

Open the wooden chest in the corner

Lying there unopened for ages

Serving as a table for the plastic flowers

Open it for no reasons at all

Maybe a moon appears

Underneath the plastic flowers

Hang the moon onto the main door

Let it hang exactly there

From where you enter inside

Believe me the nights will find the way to the bed

I am sure some old flowers would still be there

Those which have scented the airs afresh sometime

Let them make it all red once again

There might be some skeletons inside

Don't be afraid of them as it's you yourself

Every time you have kept your tongue tied

A skeleton was formed out of the anger

Take them out and hang them

Right in front of your bed

Every morning when you’ll see them

The weight of questions will reduce one pound

Make it all empty till the soul feels light

Believe me the air will be fresh again with red flowers

Then there will be no need for the plastic ones.