Pen, paper and my Guitar,
I leave my city and my car
A holy book in my hand,
A poet and a one man band
I reach the bus station and I say,
Give me a ticket to any random place,
He gives me a weird look,
And then checks his book,
And hands me a ticket to leh
I place my bags and sit back seat,
Look through the window as I weep,
I’m leaving life for what is left,
To explore the natures depth
Then came a cut quite so deep,
The driver’s eyes were open,
his mind was asleep,
And a sudden sound of massive collision,
Now I had to look for other solutions
Ramden a truck driver saw me wave
He stopped his truck and let me in
Ram carried fruits and vegetables
Desperate to win the Mandi Prize
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