i walk thought the lonely street
holding an umbrella
a cold breeze touch my hair
still i keep walking foreword thought the rain
holding my umbrella tit
i was blind seeing the beauty of nature
realized that i have been here
although i walk for the first time thought this street
the darkness and loneliness doesn't scars me
the direction which i was following is trusted
dont know what my aim is
still i cant stop and return back
keep the hope expecting something at the end of this street
what it may be???
maybe there will only be an emptiness
then also i am sure
when i decide to return back
there will be a change in me
and i will never forget this walk
thought this dark and lonely street!
