As a rootless tree, unable to grow
like a drained river, unable to flow
lost my shine, unable to glow…

You’ve ignited fire and left me to burn,
My mind has stopped since, unable to run,
Who do I complain about? as there is none…

A composition of words unsung,
Painful heart of mine that you flung,
Will hesitate with others to get along…

Pure souls leave this earth early,
As it gets attached with someone dearly,
At-last none to remember merely…

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind