Towards an unending day,

One feels the breeze.

So soft in touch and smell,

Like foam of blue bubbles.

It remembers me, though,

Salutes memory my heart says.

Those days in childhood,

Out of spectacles of visions.

Dearly I wish to rain, soft waters,

Pray to blaze the sun rays!

Innocent yet those times,

Smile with mirrors, oh white teeth!

To dance under the names of God,

Dear friend come here I say.

Oh! Here a third world,

All close to love and hatred.

Easy to believe to the lost,

And leave the coming future.

Its a misconception for time,

That made ever awhile, ever alike.

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Yetesh Sharma