Scorched desires, hope that dies,
Fantasy of rich, the point of demise,
Left in my lap, here it survives.
Unfulfilled wishes and my inaudible cries,
Buried in my soul, they wake up, revive,
Paradox my life, acceptance, denials,
A fable with deprivations concise.
Horrendous winds, the fierce propulsion,
Each rain drop craving my unsaid temptation,
Stagnant life in catastrophic levitation,
No way to eschew my emotional eruption.
A morsel I yearn for, no shoes in my feet,
Poverty snatches dreams from my sleep,
Eerie silence palling me, dark eclipse I see,
Barren tree, the weeping shade and incomplete me.