A man is a lone traveller in this life's design ,
manifesting his thoughts and spending time ,
forever was a mystery of his own kind ,
but the lone traveller sometimes think would he be fine ?
He puts faith in himself and not God ,
He has walked with dillemas thick as his blood ,
He looks back on his path and see , was this a person he wanted to be ?
He usually looks upto the stars and sky ,
He spends his days getting drunk and high ,
But at the end of the day he knows he is fine ,
Because inside himself he carries a Shrine.
A shrine where he has prayed and loved ,
A shrine where he turned from a boy to a man ,
A shrine who made him believe that he can ,
Walk deserts and cross valleys so deep ,
been so lonely but never felt weak ,
been loved so much never felt incomplete
and walk through fire and never felt the heat.
But there came a day he had to leave the shrine ,
He asked himself would he ever be fine ,
With all those memories he carries in his mind ,
Of a touch and love of a beautiful dove ,
sould of a kite that wants to touch the sky ,
But he had to now walk alone and leave it all behind,
Since then inside him he carries a Shrine.