I’m in a Lonely Ground
Stayed for years with parents
gave the thought to part from them.
And never thought of the past and-
future to nourish the present.
Went to distance were nothing
Special could see other than the talks;
that lead one to his own native.
Did Feeble the zest and engendered
to the nest of dreams of the days
that spent with the parents.
Sought shelter in writings and –
imagination to calm the thoughts
wept a little to be a part of
the life whether it is good or
bad; which never foretells the ruin.
Time 10:30 PM
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