Let your conscience reach the ceilings of the sky and embrace silence
Decibels ever dwindling as you’re cuddling the mystic
Worried that you're dead, but wondering at the lights in front of you
At the end of those lights, is a flower that blossoms in the big Orange in Azure!
Will the flower germinate before it terminates?
Inspired from words of Swami Sivananda with A P J Abdul Kalam
Wings of Fire