Whenever I walk alone, I start following shadow of my own, People watch me doing so, without caring for them I go on ‘n on, I enjoy doing so, but why do people see me, am I so special, or am a fool I find a little madness in me; you too have felt it may be never cared. I am fine and but that time scared, come to home but mind still there. Try hard to make mind understand, baby! It’s a trend and going on. People stare at the people walking alone, broken heart thinking on. Am I so special, or just a fool, yes I know I am not the one whom people see. I want to be something so that should; people should stand only to see me. This time is walking alone, nothing with me, but courage that woos me. Still same is going in mind, ‘am I a fool’; will not remain always same. (c.k as oliver)