Once, a kind of thing attracted me towards it,
I don't know what is it but still I want to know,
Like a magic wand which keeps the witch powerful,
Like a hotspring pond in a ville near nature,
Like a bond of bullet with a pistol,
It was something that nobody have but if you try it will be your everything,
Remember about a week stick & the climate,
That happen like a story in the tails,
The stick get a place to show that it's hard enough,
It's all cause for the climate change that contains different raws,
That covers it like a pregnant woman womb,
Which cover the child's skin, carefully & with love,
So, I decided to keep you with me,
Until my death, only I will close to you,
Promising to the air about it,
And telling to the land about it,
I'm going to live a true life,
Not in reel life,
But in real life too.....

© Bhoomika