Stranded in the middle of the road,
I reminisce some mishaps of the past;
Hearing the autumn's first cold blow,
I decided to follow the way they pass through-

Many a times many became close;
Many a times many drifted apart;
Bt there was always you waiting,
Waiting for me to make you trodden black.

In every situations and every season,
You remained the same,unheard, unspoken and unreasoned.
While I keep talking and letting the anguish out,
Unlike others you don't even bother about my being so loud.

This strange interconnection between you and me,
Has made me the man, today I be.

thank you :)

thank you :)