I was active in that crowd
There was none who
Knew not my name
But years have passed
I have not gone there
And they never enquired.
They are not my famiky
They are not my friends
They are acquaintances...
So yes, why should they care?
It was my foolishness
To expect...
I know ignorance is pain
And I knew it well
When my kith n kin left me
I should have known
Acquaintaces are more far
From all others...
I am fading in myself
I am folding into myself
Hy yaar, ignorance hurts
So is the fading.