Caress the Broken Heart With Threads of Muted Sound

I know the scars caused by time and space in us are plenty, We bleed as though we have been attacked by tigers or bears; More than the pains of our physique mental aches are many, Who will help us? To cure ourselves we need to share our cares...! Noise does not heal us; shouting and yelling is of no use, Do birds whose wings get cut blame others for their misery? Midst earthquakes and tsunamis does the earth its patience lose? Come, let us sit together and dress up each injury...! Let us listen to our breath and heartbeats and the blood flow, Just as the cloth hears the thread that stitches, let's hear our veins; "CARESS THE BROKEN HEART WITH THREADS OF MUTED SOUND" so slow, Let our murmurs of love, like the best of herbs, cure our pains...!!!