Madhuri Sawant (30-September-1991 / Mumbai)
In a crowd full hall,
My mind is beyond the wall,
Doors are closed, but windows are opened,
For my thoughts to reach sky so tall.
In a traffic full road,
My hands on steering wheel,
Yet my eyes not on road,
It is on the meadows of aspiration.
In the jam pack cafe,
My pry in the aroma of auburn,
My talk is not on the latest gossip,
It is an orchestra of passion.
At the friends gathering,
My greed in my attraction,
Yet my attention not on my fascination,
It is on the beach of emotional waves.
At the honorable podium,
My heart is beating in its race,
My thoughts are speeding in its haste,
Lingering for its delusion to ensue.
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