Today, I am again lost
Lost in the wilderness
Counting the sorrows and pains
Healing the wounds of love
Today, I am again lost
My breaths are complaining to me
With evidence in the hands
Not yet appeared in a courtroom
I think I am experiencing new
Unable to afford thy cost
Today, I am again lost
My “greenery” looks ash
Now deserving a fly in the sky
Through the mountains and peaks
Just like “An Apple Picking” by Sir Frost
Today, I am again lost
I was to overcome the same
But the same is torturing me
I shattered my dreams and hopes
Unable to afford thy cost
Today, I am again lost.
