Journey of Life

When Childhood passed I could not know

Youth is making a home, 

Life has become like a forest,

Everyone is running in the storm of desire

Everyday there is new changing in life 

But the fabric of life does not change,

All are doing their own thing,

But someone is not living his life

If you call someone close, you get scared,

How the world has become dishonest,

I am not sure if the journey is alive,

I am fighting every day to live a few breaths.

We Can't find a place, for hide 

Where two moment heads are durable,

Sleep like this, get lost in dreams,

Get lost in the streets of childhood.