I Have Written Off The Calendar And The Days Are
Falling Short For The Unanswered Questions.
And Now I Am Waiting For The Surprising Day Where
I Will Lose And Be Totally Lost For The The
Things That Look White But Aren-‘t.
I Have Dug A Hole On The Earth But To My Surprise
I Have Failed To Get Purity.
And For Now I Am Waiting For The World To Tell Me That
I Was Wrong And Blame Me Why The World Is Round.
All My Preconceived Ideas Of Changing The Universe
To Get To The Thing I Want The Most Have Blown Away.
But Now I Feel Like Pulling Every String And Make
A Song Which Tells About My Boat Which Is Broken But Still Keen On Floating.
I Feel Really Hurt When I Found Out That After Standing For A Long Time At The Door Step In A Line
The Door Itself Has Changed.
I Was Told By Someone To Go And Run But Never Told Me What Happens When I Would Fall.
But I Have Put All The Light In Me To Be More Humble Than I Was.
And Will Try To Pick The Fruit When I Am Offered A Stone.