Kids are your dew….
My reason to survive,
my reason of pride,
life is mizzled ever for you,
a look of yours, then no eddies of pains are viewed,
me desires your presence all my life,
forgets, you intent to aspire your panorama..
just with me for little more time,
your little discomfort tortures my heart more,
All prayers are for you, felicitations for you,
my soreness in life, would then be a contentment if you in well-being.
A storm of blended thoughts, either calmed or weird,
A cluster of moments holding,
A pack of impressions rolling,
Unique or similar may be in various beings,
On which depends one’s destiny, pains and seeing.
Can take us to the castle of charming colours,
Or can meet us to the nights of dreaded pillars;
Gestures appear as an outcome of feelings,
Avenues are reached by them, skies are touched by them;
Unleashed enormous ways with them, can reach anywhere, do anything with them;
Can bring charisma and bright aura of ours,
If enchanted our heart with timely hours.