Its for no one to decide,
what I am upto!
Nor about what I’ve been doing,
and nothing of going to do!
Neither the sky above,
nor the earth around.
Not a thing of silence,
nor the slightest sound.
Let the world stop its quest,
when I am at my joyous best.
Even I forbid myself
to contemplate on my plans!
Allow my soul to rest on future,
and as the time spans!
My life shapes out of my own hand,
and I smile at the castle of sand!
Something is new in my life,
about miles away from older strife.
Within my heart, I realize
a seemingly mystique boom.
But let me tell you,
its only when, love begins to bloom.
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