There has been no way to be left alone,
all paths have been walked by someone or the other,
not the saturation of being exiled is of concern,
but the worry of getting lost still exists,
the glory is not in returning back to the start point,
but in the search of the lost footprints left by the treader!
Reminiscences are plenty, the urge to live them is enough,
the lost are the days, not the people,
to bring the smiles again, no one has the thought,
the wind brings the dried leaves of the autumn,
rains bring the smell of the earthy love,
seasons pass the word of time, ticking around ones life,
but the memories if untouched, fade the everyday life.
