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?