Take small steps,
So you don't slip.
If there's an obstacle like water,
Be on your guard and walk.
If the floors totally dry,
My friend u don't need to pry.
The guide for both,
Life that's not in our hands,
And chappals not for our hands.

Walk in their shoes,
They say,
It'd be easy we guess.
But that's not how it is.
You'll only know if you do,
Walk in their shoe.

I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.

It's dark outside,
It's like the silence has died.
I can hear the lightest whisper,
And the flicker of insect's wings.
I hear things so loud,
That I can't hear you.
Have you been saying something?
I don't hear you,
And your unsolicited advice.
But anyways,
Thank you!