“I have this urge
to call upon the mountains
Like they call me
On to their peak
Their voices echo
around my empty space
Like it has some questions to seek
Up above to the sky,
I want to dip my index finger
In it’s color, blue and white
But, They want me to make a gap
To pass the water through the creek
I knocked on to their doors
many a times
They answered sometimes,
But sometimes not
May because, i came here warm,
in my coat,
Once, I tried to sneak into their homes,
Got in, passing through the reed
But like wise, they passed me
Off to the plains
Dragged a hot & thick color streak
To make me realise
That i dont belong to their clan
But I aint giving up
Cause I know, where my dream lead.”