In the tenth day, whenever he speaks
we strictly enthralled like a swollen jaw reciting the jubilation mantra
and tears follows resuscitate the regrets that gasping for air
Pain is repentance we do every dawn
a husk of sorrow and sinful regrets
roaring under dire frozen ice
like a father’s eyes transfix to reveal secret
In the tenth day, when I borrow the rule of life
my fortification begets not rejection I could take more
lament the carousel that connect the fragments of memories
Gone is a sacrifice we hurl over to the wind, the flowing willow,
in the plain that covered with snow .
And then in the tenth day, while the clock ticking backward
I sincerely hope, you would axe the perpetual travesty
or recite clearly a mournful sonnet to forfeit the question from lord lays upon us.
I am going to surrender in your fortress
and you will be wading through my wilderness
