Quite innate is my craving br lurks in the crevice of my soul br urging to convey the sentiments br that seizes the core of my conscience br br The lingering ennui hurts br for no one seems to care br nobody listens to the song br which my heart tries to chant br br Yet amidst the neglect br and the negated respect br I shall pursue my quest br to inscribe my compelling wish br br The poetic passion that possess me br shall ever be live till the last breath br like the dead bards who wrote poetry br there shall be a piece of me to reminiscebr br Marvin Brato Srbr br