In every single racing wave of time Living emotions impregnate my brain.
Which makes my head heavier. And my strong spinal cord becomes weak to hold.
With my hungry little pen I usher them onto floors of my pages. To give birth to a small magic piece Having mesmerizing stanza_ like complexion
It’s silent cries awakens slumbering attention
It’s touching smile breaks a grip of sorrow.
With its short hands, plant small seeds of hope.
In the hearts drowning in a sea of despair
To the lonely hearts it becomes a comforter
A counsellor to the depressed souls
A psalm to the abandoned spirits
And a poem to them all.