BROKEN HEARTED

I pour out my bleeding soul

Melting away softly like a burning candle

Smearing around and everywhere in shambles

On the corridor of pain, each day I dwell

Singing bitter songs every now and then

In dismay, I couldn’t sustain my defense

Every minute, I breathe without succour

Sitting helplessly, watching things got tougher

Praying for a freedom from leukaemia

Now, the bites are getting worse than anaemia

Yet, we are fighting realities with flippancy

In all, we are battling with silent music

My heart is bleeding bitterly

Wobbling angrily like an old chair

Ready to fall helplessly like a broken desk

Clotting faster as a song without word

Crying in pains like an orphan, homeless

Swimming in solitude, fighting quagmire

All, to solicit for a quick soul-revival

The spirit of my heart is breaking

Tearing from joint to joint afar

Quietly screaming like a sobbing lizard

Its sights are blind as angry bats'

Every hour, it’s getting bitter as the gall

The hopes becoming blank as emptiness

Increasing heaviness as the weight of lead

Conditions, ever getting worse as the blight disease

I wish I could smile again, once as the sun?

Because, I have queued up for too long like a song