So many people-
All in different situations in life
Yet uniting in at least one or the other ways.
Their charm unique, each with their own aura,
Their life, unknowingly intertwining with one another
They live in this world anyway.
So much so that you never even know
if the person next to you in a bus could be someone you’ll adore!!
These people so varying in their manners and habits,
Charm her each minute.
There varieties in their practice,
They itch her with something in it.
She looks at the road and asks herself the reason of the gravel,
She looks at the sun and asks herself the reason of the yellow.
She breathes in the air and questions to herself the mystery of the peace,
She wonders at her life and gapes at its mellow.
The brights and dulls,
The shadows, the mulls,
The pinks, the purples,
As if ask her questions-
She is asked, she replies,
On facts she relies,
But only some day does she hope to give an answer that she feels does not comply,
With rules, with protocols, with treaties and all the laws,
An answer to these and to all other others,
Without any fear, and not in black and white,
NO not in any ink and yet millions of minds it should IGNITE.