I miss you again awake
*such as a seasoned drought so long
not even the dew shall not be found in the hoop
dried out all over the field
green withered wilted
even breezy naked merajah smack*
when the barren complains on the straw that lay
when arid wiggling on the dried up
yellow bowed the top of the weeds
to the rain that never came
*like my old sense of silence
when love has gone deep in figuratively
when love has been forgotten far away without a story
when longing miserable underbelly that *
and memories sink in the deepest heartland
not qayal, sometime i will miss you again
as it is today, when my fragile heart is tired in a lonely dress