Breeze


When the Moon is full
breez is in mood,

With dancing tree

And the mesmerizing musing of leaves

And twinkling stars 

In  the jungle of buldings

With compitition around you

With types of people in line

And all ups and down,

You realize that you are all alone

And this loneliness is not loneliness

It’s solitude,

You can feel better,

You will meet to the best and worst self,

With every hit of the Moody breeze.

You will accept your all plus and minus

With plan to be you 

As the way you wanted to be in childhood.