What to do and what not to do?
In this blissful city of ambiguity
Where to go and where not to go
Depends on the level of your serenity.
Searching for the truth is this poor soul
On the dirty beaches of Covelong
Confusion and depression made his mind foul
To loose himself in the inglorious past for so long.
Whatever may happen, he doesn’t care
Until he finds out who tried to be there
When it was needed and pleaded.
But never came an occasion when he was greeted.
Lingering are the faces in his mind
Of his young daughter and his wife
With no clue about why society was blind
Is this poor soul ready to sacrifice his life.
Facing towards the giant waves of the ocean
Is the man lost to the merciless majority
And teared apart by the cruelty of the nation
Stands this man betrayed by the society.
Afraid of the failures and fears
Stepped this man towards the waves of water
Sensing the cold sand and dropping his tears
Is this poor soul ready for the slaughter.
The first wave so gently touched his feet
And splashed the lather past his shadow
But never his heart thought of retreat
Even though his wife may become a widow.
Then rang his mobile phone all of a sudden
His trembling fingers went into pocket
And heard the beautiful words untill hidden
Which said ‘When are u coming home Papa ?’