My wounds are deep, like the vast ocean.
My wounds are hurting me with ever-increasing excruciating pain.
A façade of happiness has masked the misery.
Relentless time has covered the gash, like the ocean has run out of water.
My wounds are scaring away, like a wave that cracked the land open.
Often I wonder! What aches my heart, the wounds or the scaring gash.
Often I cry, on a silent night,
O! Don’t poison me with the lost memory.
O! Don’t snatch away what is left in me.
My life is gliding away with the rough ocean waves.
My life is perishing with every passing day.
~Composed by Miss Sabah Shaikh