So true the sound
The rhythm soars and accrues
This goes on forever, till our songs find a truce..
So high this hope
The passions never scanty and few
This fire must be waiting, for the last drop of dew..
So cruel the generosities
The humility is on its knees
The door to love is closed, someone lost the keys..
So ambiguous our gazes
The silence must be speaking
This world is not the place, our eyes are seeking..