My Fear Winds ý blowing so strongly, so hard to bear As I walk around Copley Square. No soul to call my own, no known faces, God help me, I am in foreign land. What a hectic day it was, dealing with numbers and financial statements, I am sure life has more to offer than these commitments. I have been here in the US for almost 10 years, Studied in Boston, worked in financial district. But sometimes I question why all this? What is the purpose of my life, is the question that rings me every time, Oh well! I think I need help from the greatest one (OH Lord Help! ) Parents look up to me back home, Think I am a star How can I express my lonesomeness? Wherever they are. They taught me independence, and enlightened me, Taught me to fight and be strong. How disappointed would they be if I told them I fear and can hold no long. Fear of loneliness and hunger to be together, A longing for parental support is all I care. I often sit down and imagine, How would my life be if my parents lived here? I was brought up in a liberal neutral family, I use to talk to my mum about boys and shared my views on life partner But why is it today that I feel ashamed to express my loneliness?? Oh Why? Oh why? Sad Suruchi