Hundrenth Lie

These unguided cold brazen winds,frigid my thoughts ,
like icicles on wintery roofs.
i went on telling the hundredth lie,
that i owe you.
though u bid farewell,
ere u were mine.....
i am unknown to you,
unknown to the air you exhale.
who will wail in frontof unmarked graves.
who ­ will hear the laments ,
which come from deep depths of heart.
who ­ can understand the language of soul.
who will tell me who I am.