That burgeoning emptiness-- My mind's filled up with it. No dazzling lines to conceive; Not even a tiny rhyme-- Even that, I can't achieve. The night's still young; Yet, the little sparrows Are fast asleep; Not even an irking cricket Would sing me a lullaby Whilst I sit; Here in the dark, I ponder on this existence And the myriad moments That pass me by-- Waiting for you to appear. "Empty" #Empty #diwa #yqbaba
