Do the numbers count?
Does the age of
mountain matters?
When it’s success
touch the sky.
It’s victory will
lead your path,
Not, your nature to
pry.
Do you actually see
the age of breeze,
Not the freshness of
its youth it carry.
It sooth your soul
in scorching heat
Then how does its
effect vary?
Counting the feet of
depth,
Of the ocean blue bright.
Can you measure its
love
To embrace the
waters tight?
-
Payal
Saxena
