They never knew who I am,
Unaware that I neither had a dad nor mom.
Walking alone in midst of Cold wintery night,
Filled with hatred and fright.
The darkness has eaten up my sight,
Without any glimpse of a bright light.
This all the more made me feel like dying from within,
I can no longer hold it in.
It is such misery that has always been,
It was my cry all unheard and unseen.
I know all of these have a reason
But it keeps me thinking that I’m in a prison.
From their love that I thirst,
Ambitiousness indeed kills the worst.
The inner ache makes my heart burst,
Still love is what I dreamt first.
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