We went to a park in swings and a yard.
Deserted inside, incapable of love.
The sun warmth makes me awake,
when the sun gets down I feel worthless disgrace.
Frigid inside is sluggish and wise,
The hairs are flying in the breeze,
They say will unwind with time.
Where are those friends who promised to stay,
The soil gets dried they vacate the space.
The sky is blue, swivelling out of his devotion,
The lands bestowed the world his affection with dismay.
I came back from the abyss,
Moving toward my dwelling where my vigour stays.
-Riya Shah
