Being pure

Surrounded by the sunrise,

I can think,

Of nothing else;

Just a hidden emotion tries,

To get manifested,

But syllables are not enough,

To describe,

Such a gap;

Just the green color stands

Before me,

And smiles,

Like saying:

“It’s never too late,

To reveal yourself;

Life doesn’t reside

On being bombastic,

But to be free,

From all kind of chills”

Now on the sunset,

Words are unnecessary,

To sing along;

Just an inner peace is

Reigning,

Over me,

Like an orange breeze,

Setting

On the sunshine’s sleep.