Like a vagabond,
I walked through the swifted road
Thoughts of life and death in my heart
I am slow in this swifted road
Under the burning sun
I looked around
The shining road is busy
But I am… idle…
Everyone, the motor cars to hawkers were busy
Some thoughts made me sad
Some thoughts made me slow
I looked around,
Searched for a hand to hold…
A shoulder to cry….
Someone to share……
And, somewhere to be alone….
I want to cry...
I want to leave this burden…
I want to be free….
I lost my originality… I felt!
Now I feel,
I am in the hands of a dark devil
I felt dark everywhere
I felt feeling alone
I felt thorns of lie on my chest…..
I am bleeding I felt!!!
In that swifted road
Like an abandoned soul
With a weeping heart
And with a laughing mask
I walked without an aim…
I cried, and I am strengthened,
I shared, and I am free,
I got a friend,
A friend from the earth,
I felt rejuvenated….
With a smile in my lips
With a rapture in my heart
I said silently to myself….
“Without a breeze…
Ecstasy of the evening is incomplete”
A breeze has life!
A breeze gives life!
A breeze is life!