Mind is so
blank,
Like an
empty tank,
To be
cleaned and cleared
By the one
so dear;
In silence I
see, she is still not near;
Body is
incessantly working,
But, mentally
nil
Still waiting
in the stillness,
Foregoing all
my illness,
In silence I
wait, to feel her closeness;
I feel
extremely sad
My inner
self feels bad,
Yet my mind
is still blank,
Like a pebble
that just sank,
In distortion
I seek, to find eternal solace;
-Vinod Shemron