WITHOUT YOU
THE DAYS ARE SPENT CRYING
NIGHTS ARE SPENT DYING
THE SPRING IS SPENT SHRILL
THE EYES ARE WAITING STILL
MY INCOMPLETE LIFE IS TO FINISH
WHY DON'T YOU SEE MY ANGUISH
DON'T LAUGH AT THE DISTANT HIDE, BUT FEEL
COME AND GIVE MY HEART A PERFECT HEAL.
SONIA SACHDEVA,FROM INDIA.