The desireless soul of hopeless man
Does it pain?
Don’t ask me?
What did it feel to be hasted?
How does it hurt to be isolated?
The sorrow burns the heart, dear!
Pain kills the life alive.
If it feels to you,
You will be me and I will be you.
The words are less to deliver.
The tears have no power to swipe.
I have tried,dear! Often.
But it hurts always, hurts.
Never fade away rather self ignited.
I am mess never arranged.
I am dust never blown.
I am just the life in lifeless. And I will be.