The gloomy roads,tainted with dark water, footsteps filled with melancholy,
Walking on them,leaving footprints all along..
I wished there was someone waiting for me,at the end,to hold,if I fall,
Or become breathless,or stumble,
Just like you do,just like everyone does..
But each day,all I got was warning glares,
As I stepped on the lonely roads,carrying the loads to give..
On my back..
Some glares,touching my body,burning it..
Some glares judging me,as if I am something they could decide,how I should walk or live .
Some smiles,but inside hid warning,
Donot call us when you fall,we won't care .
Some more smiles hiding words,how disturbed they are,just because of my footsteps..
And in those journeys,I wished to find someone standing on the end atleast .
To embrace me..
How foolish it is..
To think of those arms waiting..
