To the long awaits of gesture on thy way,
Of the songs sung for the shimmering days of ray,
Not to reconcile to the bemoans that once lurked at bay,
Like the crampy heap of delusions to some of the dismay,
From dusk to dawns that knitted the musings,
Bereft of certitude lashed with cruising,
To the long awaits of gesture now that paves your way,
Unleash the strings so dodgy just meant to sway,
Of the wings that flap beneath you,
You to hold those with grace,
You wait not to chase it behind you,
For they are all set to glace.
To the long awaits of gesture that bows thy way,
You seek the same door of bliss, cupped with a humble kiss,
Yes, you to adore and sway it thy way,
For its made for you with no antique clue,
In a world of insane, you ought at times disdain,
Not to flicker anymore, just plunge off the creepy mundane,
Provokes do creep from people those miffed,
Pay no heed, pay no heed with your naive soul beneath.
To the long awaits of the smiling gestures thy way,
Forget not to tie the strings of gaiety,
You to cherish your journey with pours of witty,
With the endless walks embracing credence,
Not to stumble and roll with prudence,
Let alone flap your wings that is gifted to you forever to carry,
Yes, to the long awaits of the gestures full of merry!!!