Busy roads usually don’t excite many
But for me,the busy traffic had stories to tell,
Those empty rooms had lessons to preach
The scrotching sands had ailments to heal

Then I was a small ignorant kid
My world was my room
My best crowd was my classroom
My best teacher was my loneliness
But all of these had points to point
To find happiness in loneliness
Chillness in burning heat
To ignore the unwanted
And care for the wanted
Bundle of lessons
For a lifetime…