So many words have been spoken br Yet things remain unexpressed br So many words have been spoken br Yet things remain unheard. br br Speaking is busy everywhere br Yet the untold entity is there. br He resides in the every corner of the heart br Of every man, like a blind black stone br He is a deaf and dumb walking down the road. br He is writhing in the secluded lane of the vein. br He is the flaming fire of the soul br As an Unextinguished burning coal. br br No ventilation no language br Pent up feelings falling like foliage. br Is he a dead volcano or a pressure cooker? br A spark is needed from the bonfire br To burst to burn down every things every where. br br He is alive and leads a life of legendary tragic hero br Along with the born despondent and void zero br The breast of untold bangs on his breast br Cruel sand brick stone walk and graze. br The heart has a bun on the oven br Moves hither and thither with unbearable strain br Dying a death of failure and pain.