Alike in agony

And why don't you like crying?

Is it because no one is there

To comfort your agony?

Or did they term it as disgrace?

And if you ever find yourself;

At crossroads, do remember this!

Even I want someone to,

Hold my hands in crowded place

With the fear of losing me.

To pounder like thunder,

To dance to the sound of air.

Because you and I are alike.

And the desert whispers

Your name or mine,

That's yet to be determined!