I still have some words to speak. Some words that can describe my thoughts and flatter all the divinity.
I still have some feelings to express. Feeling, which are seeds of love and ocean of tears.
I still have some stories to tell. Stories of a war, Brutal was my mind ; showed no mercy to heart.
I still have some seeds to plant. Fruits of which would have taste of love.
I still have some doors to close and some to open. Doors which have locked the sunshine and the doors which invited the darkness.
I still have some songs to sing. Songs of my praise and love to myself.
I still have a life to live. A life for which I struggled so far, made myself deserving and learnt the essence of it..