Through the wings of my mind, flew the flakes(thoughts) of mood
Started from heart, turned to brain and later on paper it grooved
Am i turning mad or these are just emotions which through me ran?
Sitting alone outside the shelter, which man has made for man

when leaves fall like shedding tears
The human in me still fears
Escaping is not the way to get over these things
otherwise birds with enormous power would have been the kings

When the winter breeze tickles my ear and leaves waving me goodbye
walking down to a concrete roads is not satisfaction, i dont know why!
my life is nothing but a span
such sad thought in my mind then ran

Imagining my desire cools it down
wings of mind would wear the crown
if someday i find a place in my mother's (Nature) shelter
where there;s nothing man has made for man

And the soul that through me ran
shall find eternal bliss being at a land
and do all it can, without anything that man has made for man
without any plans it will do all it can  ...