When the innocence is drowned
In the world of incentives and infinite choices,
When spontaneity is doomed
In the maze of rules, schools, and growing bruises
Where happiness is nothing but schadenfreude,
And wistful serenity, a mad man's brood aah!
Where nothing that was yours seems to last
Friends, love, and mates all gone and lost
Like the maple leaf shivering
Holding the shining dew drop
In fear as you keep walking
With your confidence as the only prop...
Come my dear,
My sweet heart,
My dear child...
Into the warmth of my bosom,
Come running,
Tearing all the cloaks acquired all along
Like the falling rain drop
Dancing happily...
Come to your home, home, sweet home...
Yoga
08-24-2011
