So many words have been spoken
Yet things remain unheard.
Speaking is busy everywhere
Yet the untold entity is there.
He resides in the every corner of the heart
Of every man, like a blind black stone
He is a deaf and dumb walking down the road.
He is writhing in the secluded lane of the vein.
He is the flaming fire of the soul
As an Unextinguished burning coal.
No ventilation no language
Pent up feelings falling like foliage.
Is he a dead volcano or a pressure cooker?
A spark is needed from the bonfire
To burst to burn down every things every where.
He is alive and leads a life of legendary tragic hero
Along with the born despondent and void zero
The breast of untold bangs on his breast
Cruel sand brick stone walk and graze.
The heart has a bun on the oven
Moves hither and thither with unbearable strain
Dying a death of failure and pain.