Strokes of experiences carve out sentiments… Dreams and fascinations look for molds to take shape… with little knowledge of words I weave expressions, which till now wandered orphaned and abandoned…
Tied and lonely, they conquer despair,
A hint of a ripple and a stream of hope,
Illuminates the drab and expels loath,
Thoughts ablaze with vision of the day,
Across the stagnant, exclaiming hurray!!!