I stood-with my new love in hand,
With earphones plugged and nature watched me
become morose and happy.
I turn to melodies, I dance.
Wind weighs me-weighs my sin,
but it doesn’t judge me,
people talk, but it listens to me,
look at me, in another way.
Clouds spread-in their artistic honour
Plants gown- in their soil
And I, jobless yet under airplanes, I didn’t buy tickets to.
I am blessed, more to say.
I am on my way. ,Plugged earphones of acoustics play,
as I play around with free time on my hands.