He is silent,
I am in great pain,
As a wander shouting,
Inside a roaring train,
I could not feel,
His passion,
His love,
His voice,
That made me tender,
My heart like new born baby,
But he is dumb and deaf,
They say he as ocean deep,
Makes no sound,
But my heart is sinking,
Drowning like a ship,
I want to flow as spring,
I want to be violin,
When touched its strings,
But he pays no attention,
What I feel why shall I mention.
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