The water was still,with dust on its shore,
    as if last night everything has been washed away;
    and left is the fertility on the floors;

    The signs of feet we make are transient,
    this time they fell over the sand ,ready to print its first monsoon scene;
    The mother land was touched in her heart serene,
    smiled in the promise’ she would treasure the depressions in her dormant beneath.

    The water was perfect, clear just as your eye;
    the ripples were quiet spreading to the banks.
    My heart was bound to see the magic that wont die.

    The sun was shining high.
    Even every passing man was a witness to the essence;
    And to the moment when all demons felt a sigh,
    surely masters of white temple must have marked our presence.

    The whole world had turned a faint,
    every bit of life was flowing through our veins;
    the sheer excitement has preached my mind as if i am pouring water from the sea.

    You were the perfect shape of nature.
    embracing whom would pump up the lungs;
    A perfect place to live within and feel light as a feather.
    Regardless of limits of time and ties of birth.