Fallen deepened at this time,
my soul is finding a peace of wound
Now I am wondering, The cold nights
given a thunder sound..
There are too many people talking now,
But I can't hear their voices on ground.
I wish I could get better people, who cherish the life of sound..
The night is breezing like I sawed you at my midnight savior..
The music which I heard now,
Is feeling like a noisy chords of a unpleasant guitar...
© sushmita Desai