Whim

-Jobby Thadikkaran

Mirth is the sound of soulful nature,
Shrink,delight and rejoice,
Woods have ears ,
Wherein lies the sound of musk,
Upon the traveler that search for light,
Helds on to the strong vibes of might,
Wishes come true to wishful-soul,
Nobody gets right to mix the other soul,
Herein now it's whole new you;
Beneath stands the stranded path,
Forget the past,and enjoy the present (gift),

This one is for you my friend, may you find it wise.