I have wandered among the clouds..
I have travelled among unknown men…
I have dreamt of hot lousy babes…
I have heard to the singing daffodils…
But my stop was there.
Among the permutations and combination of alphabets,
The oily canvas that does portray…..
The wailing of a widowed love,
Tears torn through the heart..
A wounded soul weeping within,
Mournful moaning of melancholy,
The dejected aftermath of a disguised rape,
Into the ear of a treacherous microbe,
The silent whisper of broken dreams !!!