From the rubble rousing,
From the ever maddening rat race.
From the blaming world.
From all the noises that make you think.
And all the inner ones that make you introspect.
From the world of expectations.
From the sea of emotions,
That vary from being dried out to deluged.
From the need of material comforts,
Which like shadows keep growing through the day.
From the plethora of questions that dont let you sleep,
Or those that you are being asked at.
From the need to be always correct,
A need to achieve perfection.