A flying kite inspired man for a flight -
a dragonfly instilled helicopter;
a rainbow aroused a painter's delight,
mountains converted man into sculptor.
If a swine had a thinking mind
Like it has a pulsating heart,
The ill fortune it has to find
In furnace of a cooking hearth,
Words from heart when come out
with the plumage of colours of my mind,
I find it easy to vent out thoughts -
my hidden treasure earned from life.
Do you remember this day on last occasion?
Your Mom being placed just in front of
a big question of survival, poised before her
with feelings of some false somber solace.
Something never turns back -
Time is that genre so prime;
getting past often so fast,
makes all run after the vast