Just like those days of purple breeze and golden haze

Like something beneath those lusty clouds;

Thoughts all clean and talks in mounds,

I wait to share and see all stare

To the new phase, all glitzed and glam-ed

Entering the horizon, &

Thinking in words, expressing in smiles

Walking with a rush, standing for a while

To breathe in and out and dreadfully say

I agree to everything, whatever he may…

Love,

Kiran Sakkar Sudha