unspoken words open thoughts
Silence are loud,thoughts floating in cloud
A glimpse,I caught through the crowd
it was seeing a seat in rush hour
like butterfly on every flower
makes me think
where is the crowd
is that what i aspire ?
is there ever a seat in rush hour
like butterfly on artificial flower
Black clouds that sneak
floating thoughts hit a peak
पावसाची सर बरसली
आणि आठवणिंची पाऊलवाट
पुन्हा एकदा हिरवळली
(has the rain starts the memories gets fresh as new )
