My poem

Normally i write short stories. But sometime few lines come to mind and they push me to write.They are very small,many times it has no meaning in general. Read my lines.
My legs are walking
But the way has not end,
Tears are always in my eyes,
but sorrow has not end.
Lot of happiness is there,
but my heart is still empty.
All direction call me
But
I can't leave the
a fetter of world.