Wrote on 20th Oct-2011 round 11:30PM
Streets lights are still on
Engine & wheels are running & moving on
Seems like this road has no end
I guess I am lost
A gentle breeze which flowing in this autumn
And I am collecting the broken leaves
Awaiting for winter has so many things to say.
But I guess I am lost.
Streets lights are still on
Engine & wheels are running & moving on
Seems like this road has no end
I guess I am lost
A gentle breeze which flowing in this autumn
And I am collecting the broken leaves
Awaiting for winter has so many things to say.
But I guess I am lost.
Your glittering eyes in which I drown in my weakest time
But unable to ask what lies there behind
You gave me the strength & disappear in the mid way
I simply think, I guess I am lost.
Catastrophe of time teaches me something
I try to remain good as long as I can
But just like a smoke of cigarette
I guess am lost in the blue sky
I Guess I am Lost. & I guess I am lostBy: Amit Mohan Sharma
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