The Room The Light and Golden Dust

All I can see is that light

through the narrow gap

It was alluding and captivated me

I can see golden dust flying

I tried to reach it and grab them

With my pale and weak hands

All my tires went in vain

I can see shadows walking outside

They are very familiar to me

Voices no longer matters and

Language does not exist in me

I don’t dream these days

All I see is that golden dust

Its enthralling to my soul

I call it hope and

I call this dark room “my home”