I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
I am afraid and take care not to go wrong
I was expecting everything for song
All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
But with true reflection in mind
Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
place called “home” is to feel homely,
God’s creation standing by to look so lovely,
May be she is with all her elegance,
Everything for sure and no pretence,
Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
All hopes dash against hopes
It is like tight walking on simple ropes
We may counter stiff resistance at high slope
Bonding may not be possible even if you elope