The places I've been to, does my shadows are still there

looking for something I never noticed(?)

I can only wonder.

So love is in this world and still people are going for hate

why is it like this(?)

We just stay in our life and not around the world 

who wants to do something, don't have the abilities & opportunities 

and the people who have it, doesn't really bother about it.

We all want things we don't or can't have

but forget to appreciate what we have & get.

People says past is past.We shouldn't think about it

but why then great singers and poets has cherished songs and poetries 

                                                        about it.

Responses for left songs in time are so silent that it's sad. where they're now?

                     In journey of on trains , have hands full of peanuts

                  and a book about sonnet poems..

             and in a stoppage a annoying crow keep singing thinking 

            it has a beautiful voice ,as so I didn't want its idea to be 

            broken I stopped reading and looked at it thinking maybe 

         I would know how to like its voice if I still had a heart like child's.

In uncared afternoon under a little shed , is what it has as leisure, why ruin it?

            My heart has become heavy with time , stitched with strings

without those strings it could be grenade 

Now that strings are getting loose

    I need hands of someone who knows how to sew 

I  wonder , like me how many of people try to count the stars 

how many of stays awake all night and loves long walks

sometimes just stop to think what they really want before dying

And wonder why does other still doubt if have told them that 

                 here for them and really have meant.

And after seeing all the flaws , someone can keep up(?)

                                               if then

                            could stay, so don't let go.

                      Cause we all are slowly fading.