Inflicted bruises must be excruciating,
With whole of skin prickling,
And heart bleeding.
The loudest of voice you wanted to scream,
With those tremors like calamities
Must be on chest caked.
and those,
Fires of hopes must be in despair,
and dreams shriveled like autumn fall.
Slowly your parts must be degrading,
and sooner neglecting,
And with those resistance collapsing,
Like falling walls.
An anthem of hatred and blames would be on your lips,
Through the rides of upheaval.
But yet you would find more aggravating as you hold.
You saw those countless sunset and sunrise,
And exactly in the morning you know sun will smile.
But you forgot one thing;
Sun will also rise within us too and darkness will fade.
Undress those hold and infectious thoughts,
For thy naked heart would sing an anthem of peace.
