In a city once called home , Now as a tourist I roam , Whispers

Silence…A soul’s poetry Amidst the chirping of birds And chatter of words, Some sounds remain

Once again… To Dreams In the quiet pause, where time stood still,Life whispered softly, bending

beautiful morning, It’s a beautiful morning,It’s a beautiful sunrise,Raindrops dance on leaves ,As a joyful

Reflections The vermillion sky ,the mighty blue sea and the bustling river awaiting eagerly to

HOPE A clear sky, painted in gold,The day’s last ray of light, with a story

White Butterflies too fly A white butterfly breezes through the wind,The delicate wings whisper through