This calm, this peacefulness, there is no ends to that end...
Post heavy rain
This opened flood gate
This gushing forth
This bubbly birth
This silent symphony materialised
As if there is
And nothing else...
This Holy Gale
Of a kind like cruising through
The sea of serendipity
Is like a sail
Where all unrests forever felled...
This monsoony autumn cool
Is like an embrace
Is like falling onto Your Grace...
Where your feet you lay...
Where numbers of rhythm forever stay...