Injured Heart

On my palm, as I keep to rest my chin Injured heart among the city din, Healthy spirit to live it search Days are so dark, for there is no torch. Sand I am baked, in the desert brown, Unfamiliar is the place, insipid is the town. Absence of its candid human clay In the strange city, I am alone today. Modern life is in such a mess, It is too fake that we wear is a human dress. Did we think, neighbor next door, is unknown Such has been the condition grown. Where growing mind in love with matter Did we not our spiritual connection shatter? Absence of its candid human clay In the strange city, I am alone today. Easy life, where the world is advance For the peace of mind give not any chance Oh! Breeding strangers, what land it is? Or we forget our spirit to ease. Absence of its candid human clay In the strange city, I am alone today.