When heart has dried in the seething apathetic world,
Soft voiced words has been replaced by flurry of fires,and
Loneliness has become a disease to masses,
And all call for help is returning unanswered,
Mere survival is now considered a thing of luck
Stability of mind has been lost by emotional shocks.
So, drops of love is needed to quench soul’s thirst
As rainwater is indispensable for a dried desert,
A hand to hold in case of being lost, and
Soft voice to soothe inner rage and agitations,
A lovely caretaker to prevent heart’s degradation.
Someone, with whom world will look different, and love will not be farce
Who will make me believe that hope is still there , in Pandora’s box.