Oneday I was in haven,
Other day I was left alone
Noone was there to support me
All are too busy to even notice me
I was scared to move,
too scared of getting lost
It was very painful
i came to know even tears can be comfort
But my hand is only one to wipe that
I had two choice
Either to move or to stand in dark
I choose to move even if I fell
At least I had started 🙂
