Where do I go,
When there is no show.
Sometimes I move to and fro,
and see myself glow.
What kind of life is this,
I always feel there is a miss.
In childhood stories there was a prince,
Who would hold a hand to convince.
Life is beautiful never say NO,
you never know where you have to go.
Thousands of things will come your way,
and that's how life shows you gay.
Never say where do I go,
Everything will come when good time will flow.

Written by- Shubhra