on the roads lie my belongings ....

I was meant to rule kingdoms

And sway people off their feet

I am now drenched in a faint question

How do I resolve life further ?

I was applauded by the audience

Under the shade of the banyan tree

I am paranoid about people now

How much more they will harm me?

There was a sun promised on this hillside

I am getting all dead in burns

I need a lot to lighten

And held my strength firm

As if my child is sinking

Right before my eyes

Something sharp paining

Skin deep and I still have to be fine

All I needed was money

To shatter my goals and help me

To run away from this place

It was a mirror of gold

And very soon my urge broke

I am still struggling days

And managing nights under lamp posts

I cry a tear every night

While praying God for peace of  this earth

letting turmoil inside me slip through the eye lids

letting dreams still beam under Gods oblivious hope

I had this journey planned

And everything has turned fragile

This journey wrote for me

these roads and belonging here for a while...