Far away from my way.
These were their days.
With their new choice of bright ray,
They gone away from my way.
Telling me change is always constant.
Try to develop your own resistant .
Moving alone watching my way too long.
Then all at once I saw a crowd.
Wordsworth there I felt a proud.
He holding my hands
ran with me in a green land.
Showing the nature’s treasure with a pleasure.
Finding my world gaining the joy.
I became a child as playing with toy.
As one is blessed by the God.
Me feeling ‘a seed inside a pod ‘. ✍️