a few lines beneath were jotted on a paper while i thought of my past late in the night. it was morning by then and i could still not know that sun has come.
in the midst of a white sky,
when i looked beyond my window,
i felt amazed,i closed my eyes,it made me smile,
i was certain , i should not cry.
a serndipity that hovers around
for the sake of my destiny profound.
into the hollow-way and towards my spinning head
lies a mystery of life which would never be dead.
