I’ a deserted breeze, which has no existence;
Wide spread within myself, nor belonged to someone’s need…
#Me, the thirsty of love, have the heat of hatred limitless…
Cool and hot so fast, neither to adopt, nor to sustain….
‘I’ a freez emotioned ice, sometimes melt;
Antithetical, to real one, but with same virtue.
More in the same state, till heart has got tease;
Evaporates in loneliness, brokes of ignorance……
‘I’ a past past time, which never comes;
That happened immortal memories, never let me alone….
Within heart, a immortal memories has got freez;
Melting with missing warmness, increases
With dawn of sun, arrival of darkness;
Darkness over darkness has spread;
#Me, acting like a sleeping snail..
Hands over the heart to console,
Eyelid over the tearing eye to embrace..
#Perhaps_its_my_last line_OR_ #its_a_silent_death..