• deepakahuja2010 5w


    The rumblings of an empty mind
    Voices of mysterious kind

    Everywhere there is a noise
    In the middle of which I stand with poise

    I start from self and end in me
    We are born to be free

    There is silence in his abode
    Land of freedom, respect and hope

    Questions revolve in my mind
    Truth is in front, are we blind

    Far and far, away and away
    I wish I could understand the way

    Light and darkness are in mind
    Truth alone we have to find

    We have to bend to know the end
    Life will make us understand

    So many people around, but alone we walk
    Listen to him, when you hear the knock

    Forever and ever, life will go
    Dont resist, just go with the flow