Akhand Singh

Inside a mourning house

there lies a singing soul.

Crying like an innocent baby

for the things in life he wasn’t able to hold.

A sudden change of season

has brought this day

and still the singing soul have not left away.

Countless tears will now flow…

Even the day will mourn for the singing soul

But still it will a sing  a lot

to find that new home.

From here it has to go a long way

with the singing heart

still singing from far far away…