A Young man standing aside
Flashing simultaneously every side
But only somber conquer his brain ride
With all hope attempts the chance to ride
But excursion isn't what i deserve?
Does this road layered with love?
Does this so called luck definitely got love?
Trying to boil the brain but who got really love?
Who knows what is inside the lad's head?
As he spend his night away from his bed
But who cares either he is breathing or dead?
Atleast the passing objects remind him of void
Casting eyes from west to the East
Rolling mind from main land to coast
Thinking of the fair that is about to lost
With nothing to change he remain the guest.
The road will deeply think of the car driver
Coz the road knows who is the road diver
But who knows someone is the dream diver?
No body does but to him, only misery count the true lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem