The slate which was scribbled now remains white
I have nothing to say nothing to advise
Doctors say I am confused but still very wise
I can make it on my own
I will get a million chances, no need to groan
I have traveled far and come a far way
I am not interested anymore and want to be washed away
Will the sea take my bitterness
and god bless me with sweetness
I am very tired of this life long journey
I am ready to retire and lie down in glory
I can hear the praises no more
the appreciation the love no more
the ones who loved me deserted me
the ones who were friends I can't see
the crying the daydreaming leaves me no more
the lady, the poet, the writer who created furor
all I have is a sad journey I have to complete
the life lines on my palms I have to compete
the fond memories of my youth is all I can cherish
the love the passion in my eyes will never perish
the sun rises in the east and falls back in the west
my life rose years ago and is falling at its best
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