At the lowest of my days when I truly needed
a shoulder to keep my heavy head still,
reality kicked in and I fell down.
Countless whom I had delivered joy
through my own ways and words,
dissipated when I needed to lie down.
Social servant, I was to be accepted only as happy
and thus became an unknown when I couldn’t smile.
To such an extent that my name didn’t matter anymore
neither did my trembling voice and weakened tone.
At the lowest of my days when I fail to find
a comforting voice or even a hand,
I realise that I haven’t gained anything here.
Shallowness is that, there are many surrounding
and I happened to shoulder many when they cried
but unfortunately, longing was the only one standing by my side.
With a heavy head and heart and a barely breathing chest,
I came home to my empty room and sat quietly in the corner.
Tears rolled down my cheeks for a while while I behaved my best
and before I knew it, I was sound asleep on the pillow I had suppressed.