As I walk through life alone, I wonder
What you must be thinking about me,
My LIFE...That, am I trying to escape,
Or to take you for granted?
Since ages, the clot of blood
And the bones covered with flesh
Nicely smoothen with skin
Asked the Almighty, Who I am?
We keep peddling the empty promise
For the life of prosperity
to soothe the wounds of the heart
Heart respites no mercy until the bitter end.