I want my heart out there
Finding the piece that I do want to share
The one which would edge my legacy
Deep enough for it to be altered by destiny
Deep enough for people not to forget
Helping them in the worst of their regret
I am still waiting for the magic to surface
Sitting in my room, looking at my face
It's been four years since I did anything
Languishing at the lamp grin I sing
Nothing but the forlorn hymn
Of my life filled with soporific grim
Of how I shall one day shine
All in hope to crack the last line.

© Rakesh Bal.