The breeze of the morn doesn’t sooth me
Neither the fragrance of the mellow
Soft hued petals attracts my heart.
I feel as a frozen being
For the warmth of the crimson sunset
Seems to be just a color to my eyes.
What has happened that the stars
Are just sparks not worlds!
Why the voices of beings are a burden
To my ears!
Why have I turned so cold to every
Feeling out there!
Why I feel as an outcast on this earth!
Life has become so grey and dull,
I feel no more alive. . .!
What is missing!
You, O you!
You, You O You!
Listen if you can…
The painful chorus of my beats
That is playing the wounded symphony
Of my being…
Listen, O listen!
You were the Salt of my life…
You were the Salt of my life!