As an innocent child I took birth
Good and bad seemed alike
Minute events tickled my sense

As years flew, my innocence ebbed
Traveling in the crossroads of life,
Friends few, strangers many I met

Hard truth of living I could not digest
Diverse facets of people I did not accept
Boundless desires crammed the culture

Enthralling so is the journey of life
Perplexed is my self at changing time
“Laugh or cry” I wonder in the end