The extenuating music of love
Played by the drops of rain,
In concordance with the bulk of mist
Precipitating on the walls of my room,
Nefariously blessed a life anew,
Into the conversations, hanging
In the frozen ambiance of my room.
A million complaints whirling
Inside the heart of this lame versifier,
Wait impatiently, to get translated
On the wilted papers, lying unattended
On the dilapidated bosom of my desk.
Alas! The meaningful words reject my pleas,
The tip of my impetuous reed is still hungry,
And the audacious wishes of my meek heart
May reach their expiry – unsaid and unheard.