Out of the slumber, my body woke
with no memory of the past-night.
Yet, all the grief my soul spoke,
tells the story light and bright.

Time never healed, always gloom,
Had multiplied my wounds indeed.
Will my dream ever again bloom ?
My fate by the mortals decreed.

All my red-foes crush my voice
with brute force, with utter disgust.
They left me with no choice,
but to fight; Till the dust.

Never judge my spirit, it’s silent,
only to shun the blazing conflict,
only to pass the thunder; Violent
and dark which upon thyself afflict.

My silent soul has the loudest mind,
I can survive aeons in a desert,
Open thy minds, ignorant and blind.
Know that I am an Introvert !