People,
The new i met
The old i am blessed
Are distant and far
Are not at par
One set loves without informing
Other set loves with all the informing

The people i met hector months ago
Live far in distance
Live far from love
The love in my heart or love from my soul
The compassion is compared
The love is impaired
To ever think of 'em as the people to whom
I have to owe

God keep them happy
Keep them away
In my secret thoughts
I love few everyday
I kill few everyday


I crave my people, in this town of unknown
Bow some care, and love seed sow
I wish to submit,
Submit relentlessly!
Regards
Kiran Sakkar Sudha