Whenever I walk by the meadows, surprisingly I find my moving shadows!
And memories come on flaunting, as if they're movie
Flashback scenes that keeps on roving.
The harping on of people that you know
Who keep on regretting, on each tiny mistakes
that you transgress once.
The pleasant walk turns into a walk on eggshells
Furrowing the upheavals
Oh God!
I look in the horizon and its orange fragmentation
A sudden realization gushes into my mind
That life itself is a fissure of all those diluting allure!!