In this age of life
Any need of sharp knife,
needs to survive the hard dealings,
searching of identify is the feeling.
Looks round, finds no one around
No one to embrace, always down,
Not one with eyes full of lovelyness
Where is that sense of belongingness
The doors and window are close
Not left a ray of hope
Just let my flight be in peace,
Any escape to all this?
What's the point of going through this,
Thinking happiness is a destination to reach,
Lets travel on this road along,
At least its better then being a lone
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