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Groping in the dark for
something to hold on
to stand up and face
the ghosts of the past
Where are my dreams and
hopes on which I built my strength
and where are my near and dear
ones on whom I placed my faith
No one is around except the
silence and nothing is there
other than the darkness -
and I can feel the impounding silence
Is it a laughter or shout which
reverberates in my brain, is it a sound
or sonata which pierces my mind
whatever it is, it has made the impact
It took me a life to understand
the meaning of it and it costs me
my life to grasp the worth and truth that
there is no one except me in my life. |
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