Aham Shunya

  Such was the rush to get the seat Full was my energy anyone I could beat One thing I want is to settle down Din´t care stepping on even if they frown Among so many standing I managed to sit but, there was pain I could barely fit Some will get down waiting for next stop not many should board keeping up my hope Many stations got passed hope was still on Suddenly, my stop arrived realising time has gone Stepping out of the train memory came and hit of me being kid, journey was all about looking out of the window not how I sit.

  Hanging from the tree waiting for my fall one blow of wind and, it will be all waited all my life gave, all I had no one relished me am I so bad? Now, who will remember how was my taste effort of my life all will be waste If, that´s my end why was I born smashed to the soil I will be gone but, why am I bothered I nurtured a soul keeping seed inside me I played my role Again from the soil will rise the shoots seed will become tree and, tree will bear the fruits.