Swing
Swing
When the door of mind gets to sway,
Heart remains open in its way.
Wind starts blowing in a rhythmic wave,
Turmoil inside shakes the brave.
The sky is having a stream of black clouds,
Seeks to find Moon with thunders so loud.
The courtyard of mind becomes a wide park,
Thoughts start playing hide and seek in the dark.
Floating with the conflict of hope and despair,
Forgotten past memory needs a repair.
New buds bring hope to the future,
Spread sweet smell and bright light to venture.
Mind wants to wake up, floats in the sky,
The desire awakens with a hope to fly.
Heart gets filled with brilliance of glare,
Gets up and dance with a sense of flair.