My spirit soars up to the sky, As I on the lush green carpet lie. Ecstasy envelopes my always …melancholy heart, As, sudden wind blown ripples, In the pond start. As the winter suns, warm rays, Caress my being I do sway Frolicking and frisking, from here to there, Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear. May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden, Make my thoughts soar upto, The Seventh Heaven. Published in Daily Times, April 23rd 2018.