The Wanderer

I am fearless coz I have abandoned the sense of being, Wandering around aimlessly; Coz the coldness is what I am addicted to and a home is what in my 7 years of age ;I haven’t seen. I pass by the warm hugs and thread like promises, I see there affection , a mere reflection of sympathy. I maintain the space saying, `My burning Mom had still more love to shower on Me, Before He `her husband` striked his thunder and led her flee; So Please do not come Near Her fire is still alive in Me.  I tell People To, Stop just watching by, the silence of the saints on the victims cry. For More doors to Open, amidst the silent sufferings I need to find a better way. I learnt I am Fearless Because I learnt to Sustain, Power lacks dependence Maybe that can hinder this suffering chain.