Foraging For Love

Not at all a gain to note

What I have gained all these years

While foraging in the streets of life.

Crowded, blocked, diverted

Ways full of potholes -

Hurdles and threatens

Every few steps I take.



Uneven and not hidden

Transparent are they to me.

Not to mention again

It still holds me perplexed

Devoid of little, little hopes.