may be she wanted the rain, may be she wanted the flowers, may be she wanted the simple things.
every morning the sun wakes up to admire his flower and as the dusk arrives he slowly blushes as she sleeps
she kept seeing the world through a small window until one day when her curious feet stepped out of the room to be a part of it
like a kite she flies in the sky of success still pulled towards the ground by the strong string of humility
she’ll emerge glowing in the gold cloak of self confidence again
the morning wind is magicalas it takes away the feather of melancholy along with it
and then the leaves fell down to embrace the falling rain drops to protect them from being lost in soil Beauty of Nature
She swims through the Sea of Hardships to reach the Shore,to reach her Goal.
but they couldn’t take away the remains of their love, the root which was left behind which nourished countless lives
it takes me to high mountains and low lying beachesits my swing of adventure