Sometimes I wonder lonely as a cloud,
within the empty space of my own house.
Should it be called a home or a mere house.
Adorned with the splendour a human can crave
But does it really give me what I really pray?
A lonely soul,I walk about as a wandering ghost
From here to there and there to here alone almost
Until i got the news of your arrival
Which brings new hope of life's revival.
You are the joy in the entire dark life
As i wait for your arrival,my beautiful unborn child.
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