In a silent boulevard of broken dreams
I searched in vain for an identity
The stars above dimming my gaze
But the moon is guiding me with glee
Joy on earth I found nowhere
Happiness turns a grim face to me
Living in this world is hard to see
Finding among this madding crowd
Although can’t find a friend for me
But I can only see the never ending path
Like an autumn with a single tree
Don’t know where is my destination
Or something I have left behind
For my path is as gloomy as the mist
May be it’s ‘my identity’ I can’t find
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