I'm still running fast to try stand still,
Breathing very hard to beat the heat! .
Though many things went against my will,
I'm requiting to get back to my fleet!
I had just dreamt of a peaceful world.
Hundreds of white doves were fleeting over my head.
The sounds from their wings were the claps of their happiness.
Hope is the thing with white feathers,
Tickled me hard to find it and conquer it.
Wings are the only means of my transit,
Struggle is the best way to succeed, I knew! !
I was a little orphan,
I haven’t had a house to stay.
My life was filled with dearth,
And I used to sleep on the bare Earth!
Life's a collection of different perspectives.
Perspectives inturn give me too many questions.
The very moment when I find all the answers,
for the countless questions I have, life ends.