Discreet Soul

“Discreet Soul” The love, the care, the passion, which I wanted to display… Are hidden somewhere behind the cultural dismay… Who are they to compel, who are they to restrain? Have they ever made an effort to apprehend my pain? Even I do have flesh and blood, even my heard does beat… I have the apodictic right to stand still with my heart concrete… I notice, someone has assassinated my soul and feel… I need someone, who could set my wounded heart to heal… My injured emotions blanket themselves in the dark room… They cry, they feel, they think about the ways to bloom… Holding back my emotions, until I get the pure heart to add… Love me, care about me, and make me happy and glad…