People change Time flies

Black colour is often considered as a ill fated But that Black Board of the school changes our life

The mind thinks the odd, in the vast forest of dark The bitter moments of defeat and loss

Wrapped in a tricolour Heroes came back home

The Train whistled And the tears started falling from her eyes

How nature balances everything.

The notes of my melodious unsung and unheard melody. The paradise where the sun of hope never sets and the atlas of all my dream places.

The meadow of thorns and the sculptures of pain where the flower of happiness got withered by the winds of dolor

Despite the interminable distance, in a brumous and sunny path