Sometimes I hate reading because it brings out those chapters from my life which I have regretfully ended.
Walking on road with my shadow behind
I saw someone, who I couldn’t find
Those words, those lips filled me with tears
My little grey cells took me in another sphere.
This world was brighter from the world I came
It had everyone who were just a name,
Those ‘names’ were standing in front of me
I asked God,” is this world for a wee”?
For my surprise I came to know
This world, this life will always grow
New people will come every year,
Eventually it’ll become a collection of tear.
This world was made from people of past
With whom everything was best,
It contains only joyful images
It prohibits all the deceitful voyages.