Few words of unexpressed thoughts,
Keeps burning, deep inside the hearts,
from the realms of vast expressed lands,
to the sky of lantern stars in the nights.
It fights with people, who never cared,
with attire and gestures of unwillingness,
When it breaks out, it keeps mum.
It sobs with loud voices in silent souls,
with the starvation of living somewhere,
it resides within two black pages, thine.
