Wearing eyes laden with scintillation
Of dreams, hope and thrill
I was always a lover of life,
Of the stormy, untamed sky
Roaring from my ear to ear,
Of the chilly breezes squeezing through
Cracks in my blue windows,
Of the snow smothering my doorstep
At every snug eventide.
Wearing eyes laden with scintillation
Of dreams, hope and thrill
I am dripping with this life,
Still a lover of this magnanimity,
The zephyr, mountains and the green.
paridhij 