Blow of strong horn from rear end, To propel you with regards to your path, Or push you towards the sidewalk, Was all dependent on your processing of thought. Having clarity over destiny visualized, With each of its turns known beforehand, You were all set to take it as a propel, By grabbing the clutch to carryoff. With mind being already preoccupied, In dismentaling complex intricate knots, First choice that encounters you at that instant, Was taking sidewalk to maintain that thought bubble. While enjoying the slow whistle through helmet, With enough time to reach your destination, In that fortunate case of mind being ideally silent, Even though you know you can fly past that source of horn, You widen your lips and say..will come to you "someday again". ©Amitesh Anand Blow of strong horn from rear end, To propel you with regards to your path, Or push you towards the sidewalk, Was all dependent on your processing of thought. Having clarity over destiny visualized, With each of its turns known beforehand, You were all set to take it as a propel,
