A dark evening
It was very annoying to be in a traffic jam.
A knock at the door of my car.
I was suppose to scold, I was late.
I love my daughter
That was her birthday
I could see a skinny boy, a bagger.
I couldn\'t hear his sound.
His face was shining in lamppost light.
Someone pulled him back. I have seen her too. An anger in her face.
I returned to home. And...........
The face of the little boy and the woman. I can not forget these faces.
From that evening my days and nights become devil\'s realm.
I searched her every day and night.
Every slam and dustbins.
I sleep beside the road and no one know me.
I left my Mercedes and this castle. No people call me sir.
I need not fine clothes and shoes because I no more bother about the word SIR.