The river vesting across the city, The bridge flowering the love around the city, The locks holding the love of everyone, Locking the beats and chiming the sun, Veiling in dawn, whistling around the dusk, Setting a tone of love and fragrance of rose and musk!
Where am I, lost in thoughts, Just lost in myself, like the frozen rots, A dying soul, with the excuses for lying down, Started to hill, but lasting to drown, Why am I faint, in front of odd colours? Why I sweep like dark, in the throne of shovers. Why can’t I push myself to the rank, Why am I giving before the bank. In middle of lot, so freezes all, in my sleep, Hanging in my own expectations but unable to keep. Still the wings are there to make my fly, But I am done and just want to sigh!