Dear Winter,
Depressing Summer is knocking at the doors,
After a long spell of rejuvenating cold,
After a long period of motivating zephyrs,
After a long refuge under warm quilts.
But I will wait for bubbly rains,
But I will wait for earthly fragrance,
But I will wait for walking flooded roads,
Wait I will, till the Sister Rain take the reins !!

Here I stand, amidst the violent sea,
On this rocky island, feeling the calmness,
Down I look and am baffled to see,
For there is fisherman, on a raft with mere two logs.

Then I start pondering what makes him there to be,
Need of bread or passion for adventure,
What makes the man to risk his life,
Puzzled I stand, for eternity may be.

Some say it full,
some find it empty.
Few find it impossible,
few say it difficult.

I know it's full,
I make it empty.
I make it impossible,
I say I'm possible.

Some say it upright,
some find it downright.
Few find it wide,
few say it narrow.

I know it's upright,
I make it downright
I make it wide,
And I know it's narrow

A bee you were, a bumblebee
No sting you had, a stingless bee
The lass I always, wanted to see
The eyes you had, were deep as sea.

A kiss you were, a gentle kiss
No moisture it had, a moist less kiss
The kiss I always wanted to kiss
The kiss which  I will, always miss.

The love you were, a gentle love
Peaceful you were, a white dove
The love it is, and is a fever
The love it was, and will be forever.

Alone wandering by the sea,
I found a pretty flea.
"What's success ? You dainty creature ."
"Sorry, you ask that old preacher"

I inquired and replied he:
Success is -

Getting something which others have not,
Winning something for which they too have fought.
It's a memorable experience of heaven,
While thou are still on earthen.
So my child be determined,
To leave the whole world behind.

Then only you'll get success,
Not less but in excess.