Is it rain or my tears,That wet the grounds today?The winds seem to whistle,Or my sighs are echoing again.The sound of silence seems so loud,Maybe I can't seem to hear.Is it my mind or my heart,That revolts against pain?The people all around,So easily seem to fade.
I try to get out,Of a net of desire,To share a happiness,That knows no bounds.
The night ends daily,But somehow I know,It’s written someplace,For this silence never breaks.
~A Poem By Pranav
