Sultans of Swing

by Rohit Kumar. GSI

there is a whisper in the air,

from my feelings which got despaired,

and I keep my ears closed from inside,

leading my brain to get damaged.

love, care, affection all I got and gave,

to a person still unknown to me,

but in that way I'm learning myself,

that truth is not what everytime you see.

there is a prison of bondage and feelings,

pulling me everytime backwards,

So I wish for a death that glorifies my soul,

and doesn't add me to the league of cowards.