There are times when your exploration plans(or plans, in genera)l don’t work out and you feel low. Then during the return journey, when you have aplenty time with no targets, the mind rejuvenates itself from the stable and steady entities in the surroundings and settles itself down. Then it finds words to express itself …
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The snowstorms pin you down,
Thrashed like a son wayward,
Realize, respect and don’t frown
For the Mother Nature has the last word
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The snowstorms pin you down,
Thrashed like a son wayward,
Realize, respect and don’t frown
For the Mother Nature has the last word
An enchanting wilderness the train dissects,
The window regales its charms,
The Writing Soul now resurrects,
The Words welcome it with open arms
Till Horizon the land is snow clad,
The Moon bestows its soothing light,
It seems a hint for every lost lad,
Reflect upon to shine bright
Glittering Christmas homes in a lane,
By the sight the gloomy Spirit lifts,
Kids would be waving the passing train,
Ready for bed but awaiting Santa’s gifts
Like brave warriors that hold their ground,
The bare trees form a thin line,
Persevering the battering Winter’s hound,
Waiting for the Sun to shine
Of this boundless World I am a pittance,
Much more of it I gotta see,
Not conceited by my puny existence,
And live humbly like a Drop in the Sea
Life is about being kinetic 