this servant of yours serves you no more

o dyer
how many colours do you have
which colour are you colouring the cloak today
my cloak is all dirty, i can’t get it dyed anymore
leaving your fingers, your smiles, your lane
we walk on, leaving your city behind
go play with the other cloaks, o singer mine
this servant of yours, serves you no more

my eyes turned to stone, may they shatter into pieces
they do not wait upon you anymore
you stopped looking at them long back

i kept my heart spread on your doorstep long enough
may that you once crush it in your path

but how much do i wait for you O singer mine
let me move along with this emptiness
your smiles beckon, your songs enchant
your colours divine capture my bard

let me go O master
this servant of yours, serves you no more

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