A nest of poems
.................Awaiting rest
Every Inch of the soul
Is inflicted by pain
How can someone be so void
And think everything in terms of gain.

Tore apart the soul
And basked into a pool
For it could not understand
Yet yet continue to drool.

The absence of cheers
And the presence of the rain
At least makes me realise
Not everything has been drained

Just cheering for the day that comes
And seeing its sunshine
I dont have any qualms left
Shifted into a mine

Shall stay in the mine
Counting the days to rest
Far unknown to anyone
Will sleep in this nest..