There are thousand things
Which I see but keep mum.
There are hundreds of events which
I face and don't say at all
There are enormous pains
I took within my heart
Remain immune to every thing.
It is ungovernable power
Before which we are bowed down
And
It is unfathomed darkness
Where I am lost
I am searching
The cause of my Agony
Soon I find myself
Deluded- dejected- desolate.
