Solitude that walked and fought, with but an even tie with fire and ice. Why not in vacant though pensive mood, greatest of little rustle, just as that for that there which flew by just as invisble that I can compare to nights that I walked away. Isolated from society am I have I gone mad? Were dreams are drowsy and no where off in garrots. Numbness by the cue of which I lay poisoned with hemlock. If only I were but the insects that walked, nor horses galloping just as free. Which makes me wonder just as much, when would I fly by in silent rustle with neither screams or such scrowls or rarely hoots!
- Armaan Bin Awaz, Bahrain Indian School
