They believe in words.

And Oh!
My stance is still.
I speak and I fail.
I pen down and it goes in vain.
I express disdain towards words;
they make me feel the spotlight.
The spotlight of sorrow,
the grief-filled hollowness-
all that I don't approve of
nerves to encircle me.

They honour me stage,
reward me opportunity.
The waiting goes in vain.
The girl on the diars is 'mute' .

She speaks silence.