One's trek
Left everything behind
Not for dreams; but for reality.
Even earth doesn't stay at a place
What are we to have a constant living.
Sometimes it's better to change habitat
Not for company; but for our State of mind.
In spite of survival birds too migrate
What's there to question, it's nature.
Feeling of being leftout
Not for new lifestyle; but for healthy relation
Though seasons change like our mood
What is left nothing but grief.
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