When the heart is spent n only the tears remain,
Like mute spectators to mass destruction,
Anarchy prevails where monarchy reigned!
Loss of the crown,costs no bounds,
But then whoever spent trinkets on tearlets,
A silent tear awaits its death.In my search of solemnity n serenity,
I gave-up my identity n piety,Only to be reimbursed with hostility.
Lost in the sea of inhumanity,
My soul awaits a divinity!
An intervention,Seeking intently!!!