Lost mind,
runs hard,
in search
of peace.
Suddenly,
a voice calls,
it fumbles,
falls down.
Tries to hold,
it's lost breath,
pulls it up,
to stand again.
A support
it seeks,
no one cares,
not even one.
It begs to
the heart,
to hold
it's hand.
Heart excuses,
turns the face,
mind remains
still all alone.
Where to go,
what to do?
Endless questions
increase pain.
Yet it knows,
it has to run,
for there is
no one it's own.
It runs and
it does fast,
but destination,
seems yet far.
In search
of peace,
lost mind,
runs hard.
Deepak
