We are all made of dreams We all want to touch the sky And find our ‘why’ But we have our excuses For one, the sky is too high Or the laws of nature are a complete lie.

The sky so beautiful That sparkling blue It is truly divine A painting by who knows who?   The proud sky Wore her exquisite necklace Never had there been such joy On her adorable face!

Are you afraid to just Meet the wind face to face? Well, think and worry about your schemes on a stormy day!

It must be hard To be silent and quiet Resisting the many chances To forcefully strike.

Life goes on with its joys and sorrows Showering us with gifts, part by part They all glorify honor yet taunt For this is the melody of the heart.