An undecipherable melody of its kind
That none had heard or known before
Yet a solace to the soul the tears trenched!
One lash aches, but a thousand freeze.
The evolved soul thus denies not
The truth for silly self exile.
It bears the mark of pain and defence.
It begins with a pain, follows a numbness,
Then slowly let the heart be frozen;
Quite aware of the dreadful stillness
Though no more a name is chosen.
Hold! Hold! Let the Reason speak,
"If it's for Him, He shall defend."
