stone Hurled on a tranquil pool
Waves disturb the calm boats
The bliss of peace is no more
Feeling of calmness I felt
Ephemera of emptiness still possess
Intricacies of heart I guess
Darkness cloud over contendness
No sign of whom was there
Such nonexisistant wound bleeds
Deep down in crannies of heart
Realm of soul still ask for help