Any one
Not discussed to dear ones
When pyramid of my dreams
Fell like the pyramid of cards
I lost faith in myself
I lost faith of all
Might be I was wrong somewhere
As I strongly believe
Neither of we were wrong
Things may went wrong
Might be God wished liked that
Neither of we were wrong
This my eyes sees
This my heart speaks
This my soul feel
These are the threads woven to grow into
an unnamed canvas