Pangs - prick, persist and decline
Conscience subdued without signs
The eardrum didn't vibrate
Eyes couldn't receive the rays
For the cold darkness hovered.
Pent up Emotions burst of late
Like wet plumes drenched in watery waves
They shook the heaviness, raised an uproar
A new awakened conscience sprung
Dead, dark and Deaf was no rung.
Lysed life to melt and mold
Bitterness bitter took the hold
Years Roll, days pass, moments move
Mere aloofness to adorn a few
For dead pangs laid the mew.
Smoothness cloaked the worldly groove
Pride lingering fresh and new
Killed everything left and due
The one who knows the reason behind
One is optionless but to bind the time.