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Saturday, 25 June, 2016

Is this an empty train or friendly river
Its keeps going on and on, carrying my emptiness
Blunder or blind, my apathy or my arrogance
Should I be afraid of destination or impending flood with hurricane
When I reach, its either my detonating age but what if I stop
So lonely when I will be seeing around, around my depot

No longer dreams of you will ever haunt
Cause it’s not there, its not there; Me to remember
People becomes dust and home will get lost
You and I are for the memories, we shall not forget
Trees can be me and wind can be you
You can wander and leave, I shall stay and be

I have a tale but let me hear your traverse
So maybe, this is like one big and unending story
Tragic or predestined, you can never modify or edit
Where have I walked, My feet hurts like their dreams
Its not easy to be a wanderer or stay like pictures out of me


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