Akhand Singh

A penny of faith lead me to this deserted place

Sky of red velvet, but the ground of fake amulets

Is this destiny, the salvation of my soul or is it the last call, the countdown of my whole.

There are still unfulfilled desires, few wishes and dreams of a dying heart,

The stacking pain of decades and the cruel wishes of the dark

But there isn’t a scarcity of hope, the eyes still search for a light.

Stuck in dreams of past and present I will still fight and survive.