By Bhuvi M
It seems to exist, Evades you soon, You try to chase, It tries to fool. Gives you hope, To move ahead, Shining jewel, The end is dead. Heart and mind, Both trusts still, Though soul sits, On window sill. Beautiful bird, Just wants to fly, To breathe at ease, Up in the sky. No bondage, No feeling, Neither crying, Nor Pain. Till born again, Born again, Elusive mirage, Feel the pain.