Finding myself...
Amidst...
...the mountain dews,
capturing awesome view...
...the droppie rain,
which never vains...
...the flying birds,
fighting with the airy curls...
...the wavy air,
acting as a breathing care...
...the crowdy world,
paving way to move among the hurl...
...the mirror,
which acts as a truth speaker...
...the breezing wind,
acheiveing dreams i get a hint...
...the floating water,
which never reduces even to a quarter...
...the playing dice,
inspiring to have a rise...
...the muddy road,
glaring at the creative hoards...
...the hilly stones,
which never mourns...
...the lovely sky,
which speaks about every new rise...
...the thundering flight,
allowing us to face the light...
...the sharpish eyes,
which have the vision of talent realize...
so,that there is a way to explore to the world,
even though the way is rough and curled...
wishing to find myself soon,
so that there is a jump in my waiting groove...!!!

