On nights like this do I remember all that is within.

Nights that will not let me sleep,

Nights which will provoke me to dig the past,

The past; not so distant.

What future do I hold amongst all that is wrong?

A life so bleak.

Desires of a heart, clipped off time and again.

Wishes of a mind, strong but tired.

Holding onto things;

Things which will never have words.

All that I have is my soul.

I cannot hurt anymore.

Oh dear soul,

Rise from my burnt heart

For suffering has long been attached to you.

Waves will calm me down,

The wind will blow me away

My remains will be left behind at the beach,

The black sand beach.

Amidst the black; shiny grains of sand,

The shine of my pure soul.

- Neha Bharali 🌻

(God will answer you)