In the glum I stand alone
Things that I had are no more found
My quenching thirst isn’t fulfilled
I quiver for love, do you hear my sound?
I stand betrayed in the crowd
But that’s life and I’m born to be bound
In my solitude, I suffocate
The voices and sounds are not around
Beneath the dust I lie silently
Smell the scent but heart starts to pound
But then comes the glee that takes me aside
Hug me silently, on the ground
Ashes of love are seen again
The earth is, no doubt, round.
Written by: Arsh Azim