Away from old home, age being melting gold,
Searching for service in a new home,
With all sides open and loving companion
Those I want at least for last lap of my
journey,
I roam from place to place with wishes
And with eyes to feel cool in new
establishment
Away from burnt quotes those are still
spilling
Over mind, not even blanketed being staying
Outside of old periphery scarcely three
years ago,
I want to have a shelter for pleasant
sun,
To love and to live there with peace
And beautiful caring personnel in that
home,
That I have dreamed to live for rest of
life,
But I am not blessed with vision to be
reality,
As every moment I arrive at a historical
epitaph,
That makes new generations alert, life
is short,
And life can’t be free from pain and anxiety,
Always it favors to breathe in smoke,
mingled.
