Till last day I was in search
For a candle even in day light
To light it, just to make the day 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 so called desert

I need home, food, mind, heart and a quick rain
And with them all of my true and fake friends