The Writing And The Cry کے بول

The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm Home: I give melancholy Room: of alloyed grief Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines The footprints blanket ignores to feel Alive with the sounds of the pain I die to want to live Solitude you insert yourself insane you rain me in the eyes You open me the veins and I bleed internal Another time Home:I give melancholy Room: of alloyed grief