On every street, on almost every valley,
Seekers are passing through thousands of alleys.
Searching for the inspiration from dusk till dawn,
Unknown of the fact they already had it and has now been withdrawn.
While growing, those qualities are lost somewhere,
Lost or hidden inside them and not in the air.
Childhood was a happy-go-lucky phase of life,
A phase that kept our dreams alive.
A 2-year-old never fears from falling,
After every slip, he walks again instead of crawling.
Instead of being afraid they are determined to learn,
They don't make memories, rather they earn.
Without any trepidation, without any fear,
They take their kite higher and cheer.
Thinking of pleasure and enjoying that very moment,
Reaching the heights with their carefree endowment.
Inspiration exists within you,
We hold it from the very start without having a clue.