Roc-A-Pen

Roc-A-Pen
Today, the sun and the moon
The same went without console
My fans Wounds
 Without revealing moved.
He made no
Buried feeling of pain
Not quenched
Take your name my thirst.
It is probably the book of blank pages
And a pocketful of hope
So far I have not seen
Understanding the language of love.
All that is hidden in my silence
Since then, you know
Since I have my considered.
Then the
So do not write anything
You had the stubbornness
Then fill another page today.
Roc-A-Pen's
Unless'm alive
Simply in your mind 'Sunil'
Will write, they will!