And all your fake egos fall,
There won't be a flutter in your heart, nor the voice,
which used to soothe your soul's restless silent calls,
When time stands on boundaries of eternity still,
Memories of selected past enveloping as a grill,
Look within the heart and stop walking on your way,
The path you had chosen lead you astray,
Cannot return the glorious past, nor run this steed of memories aghast,
Scared here i stand, to write these words on a strange wall,
Strangers will read and claim some words, as their own mind's call.
Path you have chosen must thrill its win,
When nothing else remains, just breathe, be still,
I walk for I must, I have nowhere to go, no one I trust enough to know.
My words find you, in your own way of life,
Be happy, be thrilled, lead your own life.
Accept these blessings of a stranger,
this is while I past,
Today here, tomorrow too we shall pass.
Call my name out, at the last when you need a stranger's last call.
I'm holding strong against all winds,
Memories veil my strength, I'm holding onto, still,
This is my will. © ® Poarousasp E Mistry ® ©
