A POCKET FULL OF WISHES
So much I wish to jump off a cliff, into the running stream. To experience the free fall, of an idle mind into dreams. So much I wish to witness a complete sunrise, rising from twilight to height. To discover the crimson enlightenment, glow my eye’s bright. So much I wish to run in the fields, wildly around the laps. Make a whizz and vanish, from the worldly bond that clasps. So much I wish to sing a song loud, akin bustling of the rivers. Singing lines of sacredness, and the rhythm twinning my racing nerves. So much I wish to dance so alive, with my moves so adept. To inspire even the dead souls, to arise from their graves and imitate. So much I wish to play like a child, with timings unfettered. Like a kid in its early childhood, playing all day long and still not tired. So much I wish to be myself, with my courage so sassy. And my fame so rampant, oh so i wish.... VAISHALI