DEEP SLEEP

We, the staunch ones, are wide-awake in the facticity of the reality. He, the lunkheaded pater, still dozing in his profound delusions. The biggest unanswered question for us, still unanswered - When will you be roused?

After a long and vigorous moments with us,filled with bliss and love, still you chose to be a foolish man. You take for granted her absence. You gave us anguish. You broke the chain that binds us. When will you be roused?

 

After all of the sacrifices and throes she'd been through just to feed our famished tummies and souls; Still, you chose to be a foolish man. After all the weariness she felt, after all the blood and sweat she drawn; Still, you chose to deceive her mellow heart. Still, our question is unanswered. When will you be roused?

Trust and Love slowly faded. Would it be refunded? The bond that you fled, would it bind again? We, the staunch ones, are still waiting for the answers and elucidation. When will you be roused?