Some souls touch your aim,
they come and listen to you
hardly they intervene,
but you like their stay.
I proclaim death is truth,
hard to sublime the surface,
has taken my part of peace,
calm and compound we preface.
How did life take that turn,
the peak was to claim high
twist made it fall down
invading the highest met the ultimate truth.
Crusade your views,
life is short but more meaningful,
we thought vibes do match and we talk.
There was no time once gone with the rest!
Why is wind whispering some chaos,
is the bird back to the nest now?
wondering on the plight of the nurturer,
the little twigs are packed for the tiny ones.
She said she will return with a quick look,
packed food for the homely pug
I will excel this pattern
a long dream to pursue and pester on.
She was the humble and pure,
reflecting her inner cure.
Fostered the long ravine to fulfil the best
return with accolades and compliments.
In real this was true,
the truth was high,
the course is complete but
the nest still longs for the soft hands!
