Lost Species

By Mukesh Choudhry

On my faith,

Blowing at the surface of our lake,

Riding up the oceans and their waves,

I lived unsure,

And couldn't lift my head for home,

As you stayed in, dreaming,

And wouldn't let yourself to go.

This song, we sing

Our way. Hoping, costing

Moments burned away.

We were there, left alone,

As our hearts turned us unaware,

For this night no longer, here;

We had no home for us to care.

By Mukesh Choudhry