Warmth
In the tranquil forest,
We waited for a kindred soul like rest.
To set ablaze,
The conundrum of life's maze.
We searched for love so calm,
Like a blanket which keeps us warm.
Sometimes it may make us acrimonious,
But the wait for love is always worth for us.
To cover us like a blanket,
Amidst tough times with a grin.
But the stark reality though,
Maybe sometimes a melancholy oh!
As a blanket covers fire fine,
We need a soul to dine.
In bliss and pain,
In spring and rain.
Like blanket's soft cover,
We need a spirit over.
To maintain the ecstasy,
During life's fantasy.
To cover and protect us,
During abashed times thus.
We need someone,
To be a blanket that's on.
As life happens,
The idea that sharpens,
As Horace shares is,
Carpe-diem-live in the moment bees!
Be a blanket in,
Someone's messy life so thin!.
Be an unparalleled blithe,
In someone's second birth!
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