A new world

To anchor the things which are new?

We need some odd blues

The world in which I am into

Is actually where I dreamt to get through?

New faces to new voices which I see and hear

All are like a new kingdom of King Lear

From walls to bricks which I witness

Are completely different from some sand occupied by princess
I want to paint out the best I could

And now I have got a brush to prove my “could to should”

A fear which was residing in me
is now not even behind the tree

Some beautiful days are waiting for me

Crafted “mays” are sailing in the ship
people now I may meet,
to them my heart may not greet

But still I am excited about my new world

That will help me to sound my
grave as warm and curl

The purpose for which I am here is cleared

The reason for which I was kept waiting without beer is cleared

“mappy”, irritated was I before

When I thought about things

But now I am busy in making my hands

To clap out the new and fresh shift