Endless hours of fatigued veins
stretched ceaselessly in every direction in vain
rigorous outflow of thoughts
What else do they culminate into?
Strenuously the arteries pump
the life in form of blood
to every end of the anatomic pain
the invisible ache still
lies unheeded and strained?
What can be the soothing balm
to the tendons and the arms
of the innumerable thoughts and feels
magnifying every moment
in achieving worldly dream?
Neither pennies nor fame can heal,
the silent crumbling bones apart
Only genuine touch of love and warmth
outpourings of the heart
Is all what can
heal the languished