By Abhidnya Bhave
As the wind blew
and the dandelion petals flew,
I only kept thinking
and could do nothing.
There was rather something wrong with me,
I kept thinking about it under the tamarind tree.
I heard the birds chirping on it,
and the little ones squealing as they fleet.
I could see on the ground,the water spout,
but this strange feeling, I couldn't figure it out.
Then I saw, and noticed the birds happy with their offsprings,
As they together, to fly, opened their wings.
Then I realised, the cause of this emptiness,
Was nothing, but just loneliness