Let my Thoughts run Wild and Smile,
and cherish the Bliss of sereneness;
Let them enjoy the fragrance of : what Is not, Was not, perhaps…. Will or Will not be;
Let not them be imprisoned in Your hands –
Oh Fate, my dear ! They will rest when they tire, and will go to sleep :
amidst the woods of Reality.
Let them Free, Let them Smile….
at least for a While……
or else, they’ll perish and….
so would I, along with them !!
Composed by Saloni Chawla
