Sitting by the window,

I often wonder,

Why do birds fly?

Why do people breathe?

Sitting by the balcony,

I often think,

Why did I ever come in this world?

Whats my purpose here?

Sitting by his picture,

I often wonder away,

Into those memories which we made,

And drops of water trickle down,

And a question comes to my mind,

Did he leave me or did I leave myself?