Melancholy Poem by Muhiba Naik

A deep void within
encroaching lame thoughts, confused
Separating one from oneself
A blank eye visions
an empty heart inside, perturbed
It's a war within

Forlorn, this piece of soil
In a crowd of hundreds
It's a breathing dead
Suffocated in open air
Breathless with fear
Shrinking as the world seems

A dehydrated spirit within
loaded with shattered belief
seizing the purpose of breath
Feeble, this pulse it seems
So loud a beating heart
It's a state in conflict

A wrinkled soul in mirror
looking for traces of good
Was it so black always?
Why so weak suddenly
This strong body of bone and flesh
trembling to see ahead
In despair a proud state
Will it beg for help, so haughty?
Struggling to live before end..