I Shall Search

I am saddened Often imagined Is it really strained? The coolness still maintained “I am in quiet mood” you expressed So casual to be understood It chased me by so many miles I was amused meanwhile Well, so are the strange ways Sometimes it pushes you away To the corner of isolation Not really threatening with relation I feel really bad There is nothing more to add I must bear and get ready for exile I fear how shall I adjust to such style? My soul rings different I believe in present I must not bell the anxiety Let it be left to almighty Let someone coolly sit Over the heap of fire and lit A candle for bright light The way must open for real sight I shall search peace within As turbulent period I have seen It is irksome to miss someone If that is so precious and dear one