May be someone has built a house At the frontier of my heart! Since somedays , slipping through my fingers I have lost the sleepy night! The roar sound of a child is being heard. Amongs the pensiveness of my mind There are certain sufferings Of delivering a child! Albeit it is unseen, It is true. For having the heart of humanbeing The stirring words are REVOLT And devoted themselve into deeper meaning of POETRY. Belike ! The prolong pang is to be end! Or perhaps ! The ***** dream of flying By the chariot of literary addiction has to fulfilled!