Let me conceive a passion
A passion of love and separation
A splash of blood from my heart
A keen pain from my heart
Yes, she comes out of it with a screaming
It is not a birth pain
Agony of aloofness, can’t tolerate
I have to say thanks to her
She is stitching the heart carefully
After all she sealed it with her silence
My brain is starving for consciousness
She took me into her lap
And placing her murmuring lips over my ears
“Dear, thank you for my new birth”
End of that passion
Future is beckon me
Into another world
World of reality
