Hail To This Melancholic Fall! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Versatile vistas open to me
But not a single homely hut is there
I look upon each stone deeply
External and internal histories
Fading... flashing... fabrication...
Inside the lab, I am trapped down
The imaginations are over
Ideas don't work, the so called profound ideas
Mighty I stumble... Failing, I don't know, why
There's no need of me to me
Instruments and all the flutes too go silent
I am unbelievably barren
The wit doesn't accept it, but I do admit it
Deep emptiness overwhelms
I am feeling all alone
Alone who has lost himself
Whose feet find no light
whose poems have gone stolen
Who did it? Who could do it?
My tomb too is unworded
Ah, the poetic is this wounded
I am this brutally bruised
Bleeding all the way, from all the arteries
And the blood-drops paint my artistry
Hail to this melancholic fall!
Fall that finishes my line
Hail to this vanishing resonance
Proud farewell to my literal romance
The romance that will rhythm with my readers forever!