Oh dear mind! travel not unto the path
where name you tag for every hue,
in this beautiful life vibrant with no dearth.
Winds humming, trees dancing to melody known to few.
Words!! an insufficient mirror to feelings deep
that start from a place where few reach.
Deep inside beyond the mist of sorrows that creep
a valley with clear water running in each.
Joy in child's chuckle or rainbows bent supple
can never be in silo known to you, dear mind.
The love that swells from valley's pure end
neither can be described nor can other's see.