It seems that I am a traveler in my life.
I am far away from myself,
I was on the way, I am on the way.
looking for someone else tomorrow
Today I am wandering in my search.
The age at which I used to find peace
I have been searching for that door frame for an age.
Remembering who am I, forgetting myself
I am melting like a candle everyday.
selling all the joys in life
I am buying death for myself on loan.
Nik Rajpoot-
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