Out of touch…

Like a shipwrecked sailor
Washed to an uninhabited island
Where there is no hope of happiness
Where there is only loneliness…

Washed here I am to this island
By the work I do for livelihood
Where the days seem unending
Where the only thought in my mind is
“When I can go back to home…”

On this journey
I lost touch with my lovely wife
By the angry ocean’s waves
That destroyed my phone…

Destroyed I feel inside me
Sabotaged I feel is my day
As I cannot talk to my love
And I cannot hear her laughter…

Burning inside is my heart
Fire is inside my veins
My brain I feel is going to burst
As I cannot escape from this ache…

Every minute that passes by
I pray with devotion
From my body and soul
To return home sweet home
Where I can be in touch
With my sweet wife….