Till last date I was in search
Of a candle even in day light
To light it, just makes the day more bright
I had enough opposition, enough fight
Enough insult from family members
Stayed friendless for couple of years
It was compulsion but not fear
It is just a feeling my dear
Left home, left writing poetry
Left food, left finding symmetry
Left mind, left my heart
Left all sweet memories
In search of a so called desert
I need home, food, mind, heart and a quick rain
And with them, all my true and fake friends...
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