Shashi Gupta

A song I sing, though tear drops fall,
Wrenched from my aching, bleeding heart.
The words form as each one is sung
Quivering on lips so torn apart.

The emptiness reverberates with sounds
Though silence in my heart abounds
Colours bright surround the world
But all I see is so dark and soiled.

The birds sing songs in the morning light
My words fall out in the dead of night
For ages sleep evaded my tiring eyes
But my heart beats on, on broken wings.

I seek a corner far from all strife
To lay me down, to rest my soul.
Long have I run from hurt and pain
Is it now time to take my last breath?