Morning comes with fog,
The journey is just changing,
In greeting of the nature’s sunrise,
The cloud floats around like white mirror.
The cloud says, “I am worry about you.
Tell me what your heart says of your love.”
I cannot say anything, languishing in pain,
I remain silent – her absence, an unbound sea.
One day we mingle in hearts, as if cloud mingles,
With air, mouth, fingers, feelings, love,
Hill curves lures the world of love,
Rainbow, singing with decent love,
Now all are the invisible portrait of life and love.