Isn't it marvelous to feel life's snail paced slowness,a sight u see when the morning rays touches your eyes,
the trail of night that followed you throughout,
a wink seems hours to surpass,
bliss it is,for the old and weak,
peahens on the silhouette of my shadow,
running across the sun cast windows,
that hides the moon that struggles to peep,
sigh for the stars above,
wind stuck between the bushes,
that reminds of life's ruthless desires...
