Pale yellow face and white hair
Sitting silent on the rocking chair
Looking toward the bookshelf
I guess he needs some help
Tears rolling down with stammering voice
Why did he leave me without a choice?
I’ve sacrificed my nights and days
Brought him everything whatever he said
Now I have realized what remains in my vault
Why blame anyone it was my fault
Now I have landed in an old-age home
It’s pleasing rather than to roam
Here are hundreds with the same story
I am one among them so why I have to worry
Neither a letter nor a call
They left me here and that’s all
