Longing

By Dhruv Mehta

Sing about me, i am dying of thirst; This well, nearby;

Holds plenty to suffice, but can't hear

my yearning voice;

My longing resides in your vocals, thereby sing for me;

Like a bird desperate to speak, when lost its feathers;

Let out yourself with the voice;

One that goes on singing;

And shall meet my pursuit;

So i perhaps not burnt into ashes.

By Dhruv Mehta