Unsaid

There are thousand stories left unsaid.

It all lies cold in my heart.

Thousand more which I can say out loud.

But can someone really get their part?

Morning tries to wake up the inner desires and along I go but the beast is awakened with the passing hours.

Thousand days and nights have gone with me sitting by my side all along.

But so I wish…

So I wish to be heard for long.

At the dawn today when I am sitting at my bed alone, I will pray to the powers to send me those ears who would listen for long.