Lost not found
Where should I find myself Where should I go I have lost myself in pieces In every setback, in every low.. How to collect myself back again When my original self already began to wane... A part of me is with the children around No longer mine yet somehow found Those dreamy eyes of that young girl Showing me my part left in some whirl.. A little bit of me is left in that new bride Yet I have changed taking this in stride... This transformation is not overnight This is inevitable and will remain till this world is in sight Amita Joshi