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.