Just as I sit down,
From a ride on my cycle,
A thought passes by my mind,
Laced with a hum of the tribal’s.
A fragrance, fills my nostrils,
Takes me on a ride, to the lost world,
I’m dancing there in the green moor,
An ecstasy grows on me, more.
The tribal’s are singing their loved song,
With lil taps, effecting a sweet tune,
It brims me, my inner self,
I’m juggling, without control on own-self!
It reminds me, my younger days,
The frolic, I had with my lil friends,
We were dreaming; living on dreams,
Buzzing every moment, n relishing ice creams.
My thoughts, got laced,
With one end to another,
As if so many lil streams,
Merged, into a beautiful river.
Ah! The humming splendour,
Gives me a sense of belief,
That the world will go round and round,
But the child in each one of us will remain strong forever.