Lost are the thoughts and words
As if scared to be chopped by swords
Broken are the life’s cords
As if chopped off by the swords
Ink has dried with the heat
such that
I had to use my blood
To give shape to words
So scared is life today
as if
There is no hope left
For
Happiness has been lost to theft
Such is the state of mind
It seems to have lost of kind
Such is the state of heart
that
It has lost that love cart