Every time the rain falls down.

Every time the sun gets buried beneath the ground.

The memories of lost.

Resuscitate my wounds.........


In this lone world they left us alone.
Alone in the way to home.
Their truancy gives the feeling of desolation,

Their presence was not anecdote,
But now their life is obfuscation...

They're not here but still in my mind

Not in the world

But hope, I still can find ,

THE LOST...
© Aditya Hr