Heart Broken

When pains becomes reflections
When reflections becomes boredom
And hearts runs and beat faster
And memory drains

When I hit the street
Not knowing myself
Not hearing a sound
Not singing my songs

Whispers of Nightingales overtakes me
And hits my thoughts to the tree

Sing a lullaby to my weeping soul,
All is not at rest in my respiration
Unmatched gaits becomes my problems and confused souls my joy.

Sing me a song
Make it pleasant and free
To suit my weeping heart
I am heart broken.

Note Kunabara is highly  unavailable for now so I thought of a poem. Happy  Sunday. Hope you like it? #smiles#