Stale stench of inferno tickles the nose
The angry stares of sun beats us mercilessly
The thorns lynched us
Where the sun is the lenient arsonist
Where our sufferings matches the heartbeat of our heart
Only the cold breeze seems a friend to lean on
Where the trepidation of the uncertainty becloud the future
Here we lay by the roadside of juicy Gill
Where our golden pen couldn't..
Couldn't wouldn't stop dancing on Earth's slate
Here I Lay
Where we harness to chase this taunted soul away
The shawl of ignorance draped us in its fragrance
The sling of...