Being under the scorching heat,
Perspiring for special,
Gathering the tiny bits of destiny,
From the earth’s gravel…
Sweltering and dehydrating atmosphere ,
Still the janitor tries to dissipate ,
The ever detrimental thoughts ,
in lying and innavigable….
Inquisitive insight,
Paves the terrain,
Barren unfertile land,
Blooms like heaven…
Continuous contrivance contributes,
To change the conventional attributes…
Destiny steers and overshadows ,
The optimistic janitor of the soul,
The barren earth now is a meadow …..
To reassure of the omnipresent oversoul..
breathing an air of faith and belief….beautifully captured the gist of life….:)
very true..sometimes we need this air to reassure ourselves…thanks.