I think of alot of things
But never say a word
My tongue sometimes sings
Without being heard
I even write some ends
For stories the pen of my thoughts estimates
I have many friends
My mind only knows
I get some secret gifts
From an admirer -the wind of despair-away blows
Maybe I live in word of imagination
Full of events from my own creation
Where I am the queen of domination
Or in a dream
As fairy tales it seem
Overwhelmed with the perfection's beam
But one thing I am sure of
That with the shooting stars
I wish you
With nature's charms
I see you
With the music of skies
I hear you
.....in every noon
In every moon
with every kite
I catch with my sight
I remember you
