Am I loosing myself
Or didn't got me in this life,
like soul wandering to find its abode,
Am I different from others,
Or didn't know how to live,
Like thirsty person in tide,
Am I wrong,
Or didn't know how to enjoy life.
Like a child waiting to be hold,
Not trying to walk on his own.
In the search of truth not known
I used to waste life.
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