Not found a new home yet,
But it’s not a time to fret.
I’ve not found a place of peace,
But it’s time taken on lease,
It’s time we found ourselves,
In between books, clouds, breezes and shells.
The sky will tell us tales,
The clouds rains, and sunshine’s mails,
And sometimes its moments to let go,
Shoot for the stars, to let it all flow.
Yet | Dipta