The Street Singer

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
His voice was enchanting and blissful
Mixed with soulful emotion and passion
He wanted to reach out the hearts of the people,
Who were sinking into the favorite dreams
The winter was pinning into the depths of his skin
And his bones were murmuring with each other
His heart was like a fiery hearth which never dims
Radiating heat and life to his blood and soul
The twinkling stars of the sky lend their ears
To the emanating pain and fragrance full hopes in his voice

The whole day the singer wanders through the street
In the hope that somebody would reckon his voice
People were turning their face and moving off
Seeing his shabby cloths and dirty face..
The singer tried to hum a line from his favorite song
But, the scorching sun over his head took off his voice

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
The shining meteors brighten the horizon
And ended as a flicker in the vastness of the sky
The distant sky starts to turn red
The voice of the singer starts to get pale
The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night……