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!