Gardens are humming,
Its the season of spring.
The fluttering butterflies,
Are still hard to catch,
But he keeps on chasing them.
He walks on the paths unknown,
Weary to the worldly things.
His mind, a wanderer ..
His eyes, full of dreams,
Awake and restless.
Many twists,
Every end a new beginning,
Burning his soles,
He can rarely heave a sigh of relief.
With no one to show him the way,
With no one to guide him through,
He just keeps on going,
Searching for his world unknown.
The illusions of this big world,
Do makes the realities blur,
Sometimes it makes loneliness a friend,
And happiness a stranger.
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