Am not alright…

I saw the birds die, trying to fly back home…
Wings were clipped; everything said by eyes…

I saw the fishes die, trying to swim thru the ocean…
Wished I could give them life and the tap run dry…

Walking thru season of autumn, with leaves falling…
losing them; ever so painful, wished the time could fly…

My life passed me by, wished in moments am with you…
How can I repay for time, fill in the seasons flown by…

Bring me home, put me to rest,
I guess am not alright… Am not alright…

I wrote this way back on 13-Aug-2008 on my past blog. Sadly the blog is now defunct, but I today found my blog snapshot taken by www.archive.org  https://web.archive.org/web/20081028152114/http://o3.indiatimes.com/shailendra/