That man on the street,

He was one with a demolished past,

lost his way, one day.

He looked for the light,

Even though it wasn’t as bright,

As before his past became a strain.

No matter which side he chose,

the bleakness just glowed,

and he kept walking towards the light.

Until one day

He retraced his steps and walked right back into the dark.
-shobana-

ANOTHER PLACE TO CALL HOME

On kindle/paperback edition
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