Transpire

Once a social is a quiet sparrow now,

Endlessly wandering when and how...

Am I going to see a new realm?

That works against the melancholy,

Of the people who want to come out,

Out of the dark locus,

Which faces deep satire in every shout,

Shout of populace, who seeks an answer,

To questions like when where and how,

Would I see a glint of light?

Which would gleam up world’s renascence,

Coming out of dormancy,

To seek up some valiance....