Wild distance between me and them,

shallow hearted in the darkness, thinking

about how are they doing.

As this wind echoes emptiness in my soul,

my mind is filled with sadness of my loved

ones, taking no credit in the distance closed

in between.

Bird’s of the season sings lonely melodies

that touches my heart, calling out tear’s to

flow like winter rain across my face, it is the

moment my mind can’t dissolve.

Tenderness faded away, sadness is my daily

bread, isolation took it’s cause in my speechless days.

Rose’s of the field are squashing themselves

through my heart quenching the thirst of

love and happiness but finding it hard to

establish brutally murdered emotions.

Will he find healing and rest in the wilderness

or it will be the end of him while trying to bring

back shuttered dreams of his loved ones held

hostage by the wickedness of the society?