And then I sat down on chair,
To explain the one in despair.

Those flowers, those mountains drain,
Those lucky eyebrows explain.
Those lives flicker, those forever liars,
Those shadows, those deadly desires.

Those rivers, those rocks indeed,
Those lovely little lives that seed.
Those bulky downpours, those mysteries,
Those forgotten formalities, those alive in histories.

Those hearted surprises, those memorial talks,
Those shallow valleys, those endless walks.
Those expressive visions, those names and fames,
Those natural promises, those alive in frames…

Yetesh Sharma