There is something that
Eyes are void of sleep,
They cry somewhere down deep,

There is something that
Heart is lost somewhere,
Going through the things, it wants to share,

There is something that
Mind is unstable, restless,
It looks for the source to chase,

There is something that
Soul is alone,
It finds familiar faces unknown,

There is something that
Lips have forgotten to smile,
They are searching a reason for a while,

There is something that
Taste buds no longer differentiate bitter from sweet,
They have lost enthu in exquisite treat,

There is something that
Life has jingle of emptiness,
Living it has become a distress,

There is something that
A writer feels like writing,
Make a boring life exciting.

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