And I, shattered by my light
Who obliterated the past to make his future bright
Am I abandoned and thrown away only to lament?
Like a used napkin, once the beauty of a table and the whole ambience
Now thrown to be taken by the rag pickers
I silently think, but yearning badly
Like the shed tail of a lizard, wiggling like a snake
Only wishes to get the soul of its life again
Grimy strains and aches seem to make soundless screams,
Silence creeps into my veins
Amongst the strangers of this new home
Obligated I breathe for survival,
Being enveloped in a deserted unknown space
My throbbing heart, roasted, as a sun burnt face.
Sanity lost in my tragedy
Words fail to express the deep-rooted gloom,
Heart still hopeful for that caring bloom.
Every story of my replica’s childhood, I have narrated
Now every corner of this new home
Wants to meet you?
Will you come?