I have to make a new start, and i don’t care what’s gone.
I am hurt, as i expected a lot of support.
I am hurt that i am not able to make that start.
But i know that this hurt is just a conceit,
and within few days, it would fleet.
I am not broken, and i’ll try again,
I don’t care if this time time there are clouds or rains.
On the rough terrain i would drive my car,
and even in the clouds i would find the shinning star.
This one of the poems on the issues close to my heart!