Devastated and broken,
collecting the token.
In a queue of lovers; I am shattered,
Feeling incomplete and it doesn’t matter.
People give the smiles but sadness in eyes never lies.
They Suffer they survive but in the end they die.
Thinking of a babe and a kiss that binds,
the love which they had from the token when stood in lines.
Love, drink and eat that was in limelight.
When breadth the last only thought that binds,
I am the reason of my own failure;
I am the reason of my own loneliness.
And silently the Israa’el came and numbly the soul leaves,
Leaving the body that will rot over the smelly ice sheets.