I wander here and there,
I look for happiness in people around,
But I still feel lost,
The never going loneliness stays
And makes me feel the never healing wounds.
Whom should I talk?
I think , sitting in a corner of my room,
I weap and curse myself,
I feel like I lost myself,
I feel I am not worth anything,
Whom should I talk?
Then I turn myself,
Towards loving myself,
A day I start with prayers,. I go around listening to songs,
I smile and laugh and feel good, I see the flowers and smile,
And admire everyone who comes along,
And then I got the magic I had,
I just realised how graceful life would have been,
If I loved myself.