I did not run away..
My glasses are still on the table..
The door is still open..
And socks still hung on the cable.
Wait for me some time..
But don’t look for me anywhere..
It’s just I want to hide..
In woods may be, for some fresh air.
Yes it was tough to bear..
Burden of expectations with fake smile..
Nurturing hate, selling lies..
Thoughts too evil, to cross the aisle.
But I will return to finish the book..
To write last chapter with all decorous..
Now crossing a sea full of emotions..
I’m my own Moses and this is my Exodus!