In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
I was groping for a friend
in a net of eyes by the tube;
I was looking for a brother
in a heart of dearness as old;
At the highways of woes
a traveller viewed the wind blows,
as he climb up a fearful trail
on top of a mountain or a hill.
Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs
amid friendship or any-
the spurs of the moment queried
on the worn glittering gold ring;
Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!
Beyond every breath of heart
An angel draw a tear;
in her own way of sensing,
she gave the best of things.
I've walked a long way to field
I can't forget that simple smile
in your face;
She's sweet as a honey on a bacon
fitted like icings on a cake;
So cloudy, bloomy, and easy
in her own world in calvary.
A sweeping evil from an unknown thought
measuring things unwittingly judged;
A candlestick of mistakes from right,
unswerving malady of any particulars