Proza

it was a darkskinned night.windy whistling trees and void  heart.I
searched for my lady every possible where.nothing but silence.i began
begging her" my dear lady , do show up your letters " in every noke
every gap , but in vain "the singers are waiting and the musicians got
bored of playing short notes and the audians are restless began asking
" what is it ?? 'NO, please no cheating ,just I couldnot find my poem!!!