I've been afflicted by a different type of misery.
nor I've lost something, neither this is a victory.

It's like, I laugh often but I don't smile.
strong is my outer, my inner fragile.

I breathe air but I don't live.
like a living corpse, now I don't strive.

I used to fly high, I chirped like birds.
Now silence is the language of the heart that is hurt.

I do hear echo, but I don't listen.
my eyes are still bright, but they don't glisten.

I can see things, but I yet can't view.
like alone in a dark night, I'm a drop of dew.

Oh God! either take my life or make me a living
Don't leave me in this state; the midst of nothing.