Lost and forgotten,
The sweet language of poetry,
The hidden mystery of life,
And the symmetry of the geometry.
Couldn’t comprehend what was wrong,
Where was the so-called skill or talent gone?
Seemed as if the wonders of life were totally lost,
Out of reach and completely beyond,
There was nothing left but the chaos of the silent dawn.
Days went by and not a clue of the unknown,
The turmoil of the mind felt nothing less than a cyclone,
The efforts to have it back slowly faded down,
Not even craving silence as the disorder in me drowned,
Just then out of oblivion emerged miracles all around.
