Unthinking, proud moment,
Trying to find a niche
Among the portrait of saints.
The words of ignorant believers-
Yet, excited- you believe.
Employees in brain starts work,
Doubt comes about-
Does someone hear?
Does someone care
What your words plead?
Will a similar wind blow again?
Should I mourn the habits I lost?
The only prayer I say-
“I never am a sinner
I am just another lost lamb”.
