I plead for words, when the language fails me.
This rage in me overwhelms, when the music fails me.
Cold as it gets from head to toe, when the body fails me.
Breeze, trees, choir and the music, when the nature fails me.
Let me sing, I am shrieking.
Let me flow, I am weeping.
No cry would be as peaceful as this,
As the soulful call for a heartfelt expression is.
I plead for the ocean, when emotion fails me.
My right in me, brims with righteousness.
Let me smile, for those in pain.
Let me pray, for those in wane.
No silence would be as soundful as this,
As the music sung by a divine soul is.
By Kshitij Bansal