Imprisoned here,
In my own thoughts,
I play on the flute of my Poetry,
The disturbed vibes of my heart
Are turned into melancholic music,
& I make songs
From the vitality of my blood.
I sing the song of Departure,
My soul has departed me,
I am a criminal,
And Now the punishment is,
A life-long prisoner,
I'm a prisoner,
Prisoner of myself.
I don't open the windows of my heart,
I've chained my voice
Because
No one could get my insane words.
No one came to see me here,
I'm dead for ages.
And if,
If you ever wish to come,
To see a pathetically dead person __
But_
No, No!
Don't come, my old friend,
Because
No one comes here,
No one knocks on the windows
Of this tattered soul,
No one gathers the pieces
of a broken heart.
Don't come,
For Loneliness is my friend now,
Grief is my Beloved.
My beloved and my friend
Told me,
Don't go outside,
There's no loyalty there,
There's no love,
No care.
Don't go, My love, For
They will again tear you into ashes.
Don't come, for they are here for me
They guide me, protect me, guard me,
We Raise cheers
for all those Unfathomable hells
are combined now.
For all those unwanted tears
are dried now.
We Raise cheers for,
All the Fairweather friends are gone now.
Everything has withdrawn now.
We Raise Cheers for,
They hooked up with a strange
A prisoned soul,
&
I hooked up with the pains now.
