Moments of the past are never gonna leave me i know,
I have prepared the mind to go sweep and slow,
The killing silence and the surroundings around,
Are they the reason who are making me feel that sound?
Alone i have to survive i know the feeling well,
The support of the family is always at a spell,
Why am i then so much the so drunkard types?
Is everyone’s life is making one terribly wipe?
Love was a bird named earlier at a second,
The war of these types never need a weapon,
Hurt is the friend of mine in the life’s path,
Can you feel the stones of the trodden path?
Question doesn’t matter when the times are worst,
Just want a hand to make it feel a boon not a curse,
Make it to the needy and help the wounded,
Understand the helpless how they suffer.
Noone can make out where and what went wrong,
But trying your best can make them feel strong,
What one needs today is the perfect stir,
Just try it once and see how it occurs.