In the fading rays of setting sun, There the spark of curiosity plunged deep into me, and the wind whispered, "O voiceless, how your eyes forge a thousand words? O faithless, how your heart is pious? O reject, why you stand so firm?" Answer: "Crowded by the blinded men, in front of a preaching saint, in line to be accepted, O gushing wind, I simply don't fit in." #poetry