Sitting by the window,
I often wonder,
Why do birds fly?
Why do people breathe?
Sitting by the balcony,
I often think,
Why did I ever come in this world?
Whats my purpose here?
Sitting by his picture,
I often wonder away,
Into those memories which we made,
And drops of water trickle down,
And a question comes to my mind,
Did he leave me or did I leave myself?
