Soul

She cried for a day

In the mid of summer,

A pray to her God far away

Innocent Souls on fire.

Just a handful drop of water

She screamed for,

For all the beings known to her

What else she could beg for.

Last night her man left

For he had nothing to crave

A dry field of life that he dreamt

And A hut of dying souls to grave.

Minutes are just passing by

As if A lost is waving "hi"

In this desert of sweat and dry

She can't even die.

No candles to burn,

No penny to spent,

Just leading a hunger run

Since she filled her due rent.

She will breathe

Till it beats, her heart.

She will hold her hope

Till it treats her as in start.

Her soul would go on

Crying these rhymes unbound,

Till the end knocks upon

And she will be unlike what it's wound.