In the heart of stones,
I am seeking life.
In the rain of tears,
I am melting soul.
That is in sight,sells well,
In this trading world.
With silent eyes,
I am telling story of heart.
A damp moment,
Has embraced me.
In the storm of fire,
I am rasping it.
The conscience is dead even,
Soul is turned into ashes.
On the basis of fiction,
I am convincing my heart.

- Harf Kaur