This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
When I will be free,
For the birds and angels to see.
I shall soar above the skies,
Like a one,
Who likes to give a try.
I shall win,
And be victorious,
For my Ma and Baba are my friends,
And we shall fly together forever.
Adios!
A new food in an old land,
Isn’t unheard of,
But the surprise is delighful,
In the sense that the aroma and taste of,
The foos bamboozles your taste buds.
It’s divinity in hindsight,
A perfect blessing,
Like the love of a child,
Who wants nothing,
But only love and care.
Adios!
A beautiful imagination,
Of a small boy winning a cup,
Came true.
Indeed a boy,
Aged about four years,
Won a small bronze cup,
In a spelling competition.
He also won a toy bus with the cup.
And that made him and his parents very happy.
Adios!
A tiny shrub,
Had grown up in the corner of a garden.
A boy playing with a ball,
Lost his ball in that garden.
He searched and searched but didn’t find it.
It seemed as if earth had devoured his ball.
But the boy found a small toy in the shrub,
And that made up his day.
He was very happy.
Adios!
A big mango tree with a hollow,
Home to many birds 🐦,
Of various kind,
Used to to attract parrots of different colours during the summer time.
They would eat mangoes,
And leave them half eaten.
Those parrots were more choosier than us humans.
Those were sights to behold,
As rain comes in from June,
Those parrots would fly away to their ancestral, parental and other homes,
Leaving the tree wondering,
Where have the parrots gone?
But most of the birds which are common in sight,
Would still be hanging around the tree.
Ah! That’s nature.
Those choosy and moody parrots,
Need freshly ripened mangoes to hang around a tree.
And that’s a parrot’s nature.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 