As the breeze came wafting through spring turfs;
Blended with the melancholy melodies added by birds
Thoughts are clung there in green bower
Whole scenario drafted like the waves of the ocean.
As I walk slowly down with mellow spring sun
Lushly germination promises a utopian summer
But the journey seems hard with myriad audacity
Like a blooming bud wilts by blazing early summer sun.
As I come with many hopes and aspirations
They are just like a stray beacon at distant
Where I can see and sense but only at night
Solitude, caged, grim and only purpose like a beacon at distant.
As I sail through the vast clam ocean during full moon
I am struck at the same as I was before
The tide is high; the moon is full and gigantic
Sinking slowly like a Titanic did, scattering the hopes…
As I walk by the shore, I see myself
Frozen facial muscles, sad expression I can see
Wonder how the shore could read me, because
Ripples are paved with grief, I cause.
As I sit quietly with horde at the corner of class
I see the mates’ face light with glee, blended with joy and laugh
Uncomfortable around me may born if I live the way I lived
Why should I do that, my life is not theirs’, coz’ nothing can take away my pain.