Stuffy room with closed windows, <br />Stagnant thoughts with no new dreams, <br />Human in and out with own will, <br />Dressed up in the best attiring skill, <br />Gorgeous they are in the pursuit, <br />Reprimanding the soot that hurt, <br />Many a life gone with that tart, <br />Never lived life to their heart, <br />Open the window to let the air in, <br />Rejuvenate with fresh cold fun, <br />Have shower in the young sunshine, <br />Caress the breeze that touch the skin, <br />The world is for us to care and win, <br />The moon is our entertainment, <br />The stars are the flowers to gather, <br />In infuse the fragrance of our merit, <br />Let the polluted river to hug the dirty sea, <br />Let the New water from the rational spring, <br />Fill our eager mind to be happy and heavenly.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mood-2/
