Voices Of Dhor

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As I search for my one lost rib,
where love and oneness are sip,
where love birds sing their hearts
All I picked was full tin of the hate.

A heart once full, now in pain.
A hollow space, a love in vain,
Lost love, its memory remains
not in my heart but also brain.

In dreams, I see your smiling face,
In the silence, I hear your voice,
A fleeting joy, a moment's pace.
A whisper of a distant choice.

as I search for happiness, night and day,
the bird I chose, fly away with throng
but in another way, it's pain that stays.
I'm left alone, singing a painful song.

Now, I'm here in darkness, standing tall,
Staring at the wall or where your photo fall.

In Eden’s ribcage, hunger howls like wind,
A belly curled in famine's silent bind.
Cells scream for glucose that never comes,
Bones like sticks— rattling Eden’s drums.

Every trader knows the value of his goods and so do the betrayer.