From the days we lost counts
From the days we lost counts Wining becomes inevitable and losing turned the trend. We stay in the hut because it safe not to be hunted Even we can't escape the month end trauma Staying away, so as not to go astray with words around We built all these walls around us And hoping these will save us from the pressure. We called it leisure because we are saved from outside against lure and guided laws of the world. We have enslaved ourselves from others Choosing self above them all individuality justified and community cut to size Our choices were singular in a route with so many roads How long can we go in this solo journey of life?