A teardropp hangs to my eyelid like a dewdropp on a leaf blade br My heart is heavy with the pain of bereavement br Those days are dead now, though the pyre keeps burning br Why does the vision of an unknown poet keep haunting me? br Am I destined to wander, raving like a madman in the darkness? br I am struggling beneath the weight of bygone days br Sapped of all my zeal in an empty raft br As I keep straying in the middle of nowhere br Many a fond memory tries to colour the background of my mind br Night is eternal here as the sun of hope will never rise br I will never take my pen again to capture my feelings br I bid farewell to you my world br The poet in me is dead.