My pain is a sea
Whose depth cannot be fathomed in a wee,
It's calm and quite On the surface
But struggles beneath with the darkness,
My pain is maze
Whose path can't be found
And once entered
You can only drown,
Hence, I keep it away
From the peering eyes
By locking it up
In my soul's sky,
A location so secret
That you will never find
And a pain so pure
That in time will never roar,
It will silently continue flowing
In the passage of time
While remaining quite
Under the burden of ruins.
–VRINDA MISHRA
