Seems to be hollow, in sudden
Pushes me to write something
But the plot is not known
Deep breath to conceal the wounds.
Wht am I? Do I Mean?.
Came from a good family
Grown up with nice friends
Brought up with education.
Still the desire is a dream
Tell me truly,A voice asks?
Takes me where I had not gone
A farm land is what I want!
A life with my soil-Two heads
As a farmer and as a fisherman
Hope, there ends my thirstiness
Atlast eternal sleep with a whim!
