Scribble the only antidote to cure the
Overpowered silence and the only way to express all the unheard of me to you.
So, as I felt it.
I left back the orbit of my own.
The only place where I could be alive.
I felt the people, who gave all of them,
For just a little of me.
It's always hard to leave but home is yet to be built and in along with all these.
The cursed tears, which never rolled by itself weakens me
But the 'farak' in my heart, constantly reminds me.
"It's the people you are chasing and not the money".
Anyway, until next time wait for me to come home .
Till then, be the finest.