Author: Himanshu Deshpande
At times in life, when I stop distressed, To find my wounds, lying undressed; And pain is all that I can feel, With no one around, to get me to heal. At times in life, when I do tire, Whose company do I admire? I search in vain, for a lap to lie, If not that, just a shoulder to cry. At times in life, whom do I blame? When fate plays a nasty game. Best friends turn bitter foes, And leave behind a string of throes. At times in life, when everything's good, I'm enjoying good wine and delicious food. Just when I have, forgotten to cry, With whom do I share this ample joy? At times in life, when I'm trudging along, With no one to whom I can belong; I need nothing, but love that's true, Which is why I am, in search of you!