Why this desire to blossom
When things are supposed to be ripe?
How did this glimmer of sunshine
Escape the tranquil night?
This is not the way of the world
For night is supposed to be night
And you don’t bloom with flowers
When fruits are going to be ripe
How easily does the mind
Just shun the rules of this world
A twinkle in the eyes
Escapes the guarding mould!
one of my own, had published it somewhere else, but
revisiting it now - funny, that I felt like revisiting it!