So many wounds, so much suppressed emotion;
Love is all I craved for, futile was but any other potion!
I’d given up, hollow is what life seemed;
No worthy goals, senseless was all I ever dreamed.
“This time too shall pass” – this consolation was a decade old now;
Patience was an old friend, but it too seemed to take a bow.
I am in pain, my face though won’t apprise;
I linger on hope – there must be a sunrise!!