What all went back, is coming back,
As I just pass by,
these stoned roads and dry mountains,
Peep from those cloudy curtains...

As I walk,
 seeds of passion, enthusiasm and power I  sow,
Wondering the embezzlement and tiny thorns that bow
Only high and highest
are my intentions to go
Unshaken undisturbed, I rush
Nothing nothing nothing
Bothers my progesterone rush!

Passionately
Kiran Sakkar Sudha