By and by,the hours pass
Silence! Is it noise?
I know not the difference anymore
Day,be it night
It doesn't mean a thing
For that which I crave
Has all but slipped out of me!





Day after day I tell no one
Not a single soul
Yea! Not one utterance of sound
The wind taunts me
My reflection pokes its source
If I to go to the sea
She would vehemently toss me
For that which I was brought here for
A single move has not been made!




Awake from your slumber
Get up I say! O daughter of mine
The trees howl for you
Breath withers in your palm
Seasons and time will sieze to mean
Then life itself will growl at you
Get up! I say again
For race,above all depends on you!