The night spreads a carpet of darkness
\nOver the far off hillock, the moon rises,
\nThe eerie silence is intermittently broken
\nBy the barking dogs from a far-off den.<\/p>\n
The life, forced to see the dawn of tomorrow
\nWould it alter the current phase of sorrow?
\nThe emotionally-laden, fearful stalking heart
\nLongs to evade this trauma before every sunset.<\/p>\n
The same life, the same stream of feelings
\nKeeps moving, faltering yet steadily moving;
\nLighting a lamp, I draw my old pen and a book
\nPeeping through the small window to jot a lyric.<\/p>\n
The orphaned and the starving street children
\nInfluence my thoughts with a wave of emotion,
\nMy mind gets blocked with a veil of dejection,
\nLo! What can I do, rejected and left all alone.<\/p>\n
When mind is reigned by thoughts of desperation
\nWho can but salvage the vanishing aspirations?
\nLike a trickled drop of water on a caladium leaf
\nEverything slips in a moment, except for the grief.<\/p>\n
Though I desperately try to break this silence
\nI find no one near to grab the fleeing preference.<\/p>\n
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