Whether this silence made my life,Or this life made me mute?Whether anything left for me in this life,Or am I yet to begin my life?Whether I had anyone to be my beloved,Or am I beloved to anyone?Whether the spring comes again into my life,Or I have to suffer the drought forevermore?Why am singing this solo again and again?Why am keeping those memoirs with me?Where my heart had gone?I could sense a melting piece of snow there.Whether the answers made me to interrogate,Or the questions made me unanswerable?But a question still remains;Whether am I losing myself?
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