Gone deep like Ocean.
Stuck on elbows,
Heavier as Stone.
Roam around the world,
In stupidity of my careless.
My phone rang several times,
Inbox rushed with text.
Somebody away from the walls,
Worrying about Me.
Dreaming of possibilities,
Hurting by predictions of Harm.
From the rains of my sleep,
To the thunders of My Grief.
They have waited silently,
But hide the Stroms of careless.
I woke up with a thought,
That I was bleeding,
Parent’s Faith…
The borrow of my dreams,
I watched on Mobile screen.
100 Msg by Dad,
70 calls by Mom.
Battery gone made,
Perhaps! That’s why dead…