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Damp and dull,

Depressing weather,

Even though the T.V's on.



Where to go?

Where are all my friends?

What's wrong O dejected heart?



Doors, windows,

Closed, and the curtains,

Are drawn over tainted rooms.



Suddenly,

Everything is black,

Power failure adds to gloom.



I seek souls,

Who can understand,

What brightens up cold winters.



Cups of tea,

And some cheerful talk -

- But muezzins don't agree:



"Come to mosques",

The azaans are loud,

Let me warm myself awhile...



Let me drift,

Into dreamy worlds,

Where nobody fears Hell-fire.



There's no love,

In the hearts of some

Women -- they are feelingless.



They want guys,

Who can chat and flirt,

Take them on a shopping spree.



SMS,

And the World Wide Web,

And dancing to drugged music...



Arm in arm,

They seek pleasure and

Instant gratification.



Old fashioned,

I can't satisfy,

Their ultra-modern cravings.



Let me be,

O my wounded heart,

This is not what the soul needs.



Let me be,

Wrapped in a blanket,

Hidden from a dreary world.