Vanishing Home
Vanishing home
Father is not here
Mother is not here
Overflowing with tears; filled with fear,
I am designing the mask I should wear
My dreams are sticks of imagination
My wishes are candles of delusion
I know that we both have our own mission
But is yours, is to offer me a deadly potion?
I envy you for having a good home,
Not because you sleep in foam
For I don’t know what does the word family means?
Because mine, had faded like blue jeans.
Vanishing home, that’s all I have,
Soaring away like the wild dove
Fate hid my home; my happiness had been rob
So, kindly offer me a pinch of love!
01192004----04:14 pm
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