Lost in the abyss of time, the chatter of knowledge

Among the dust of galaxies, the rubbles of space

There are souls marching on a quest

Blinded by hope; fueled by faith

Crusading for a life twisted by fate

November of 2016

I created a sound

Loud as thousand drums, roars of the cloud

Into glazes of life, streets of slum

Study of the intellect, works left undone

I cherished thee.

And I let it be.

Oh! What a pity is it to know?

The emptiness in me, vacuum of my soul

They, in alliance, made my voice

Roaring as thunder giant as a troll.

                                                    August of 2012