When all calls are unheard
then I speak some Words

Graved with disappointment and wit
Trying to Express the Thirst 

But the Voice Passes the Hollow Body
and reverberates Itself

Increasing the Pain every moment 
and Forcing to admit " I am weak "

But am Not defeated 
and there is some hope left 

That the Change is near 
and the force is with me 

And Every time when that
Ink touches the paper 

New possibilities and Questions arises