WAY OF LIFE
At times far from sprinkled streets
Left with tedious talk
Far away from retreats
All alone in the fields I walk!

In the scuttle of strife
I lost the beauty of my word
Not able to spit out myself
My way of life became absurd!!

Tempests of ideas propel my mind
But I want to feel the odor of limitless wind
Closing my eyes and making me relax
With deep breaths not even a single impediment I remind!!!
                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                               “Deep” words by Harsh Sandhu