A BUCKET LIST

My bucket list has all the letters,

Full of fragrance, full of spring.

With every alphabet loving me,

And me dancing to the music that my words bring.

My bucket list has every song,

That makes me happy every day.

Treat to my ears, what else?

With its lyrics down the lane how my soul parts stay.

My bucket list has the beautiful sunsets,

And the sunrise to which my heart wakes.

To all the aesthetics I desire to have,

The oceans, the clouds, the seas, the lakes.

My bucket list has some poetries in it,

The phrases that combine me and mine.

How my mind chills in the rhymes,

And how I am on cloud nine.

My bucket list has that room in it,

The one that saw me in all my phases.

And how gracefully it smiles looking at me now,

When I've crossed the barriers, the bridges, and the chases.

My bucket list has a heart in it,

That has a zero clue of how it broke.

It remembers the love that it has in it,

Nothing to cry for, nothing to provoke.

My bucket list has just happiness in it,

A soul that laughs in summers, in frost, in spring, in rain.

The one who has finally found her home,

And is never going to wander in search of shelter again.