In this pleasant weather
I sit all alone
Wandering for answers
whose question I do not know
Right or wrong, I do not know
my beguiling vision
forms a sheath of fog
over my pristine thoughts
Illusive instincts, I do not know
I hear the call of my heart
may be its His voice,
who has forgotten me long back
I walk, tread my steps
fate - I do not know. |
