There in the distant land
A figment of mine imagination
A glimpse of fantsasy
Blinked by impossibility
Wrapped by uncertainty
A sand castle we built
To have our sorrows redeemed
I know behind that smile
Laid down are the inexplicable tears
When every boon in itself is a curse
When every curse in itself is a boon
When you sit down there
In front of your window in the noon
When your mind's muddled up
With brutal introspect of self
When you peruse your own flaws
While remain obscure of other's
At that moment, I hope
May you find your Four Leaf Clover
May you revive yours fervour
In that distant land, so far-flung
Underneath the mythical horizon
When you create poetic symphonies
Amidst every lethal animosity
Bringing minuscule joys
From that one Time Bound Memory
And remain oblivious of reality
While basking in the only self curated gift
The illusional happiness
Everybody survives
Everybody smiles
But a million stories, hidden underneath
Leaving behind their timeless legacies
Even when originality speaks
When you decide to remain altruistic
Even when there has only remained
A dagger strapped heart
May the suffering turn paltry
And the serenity a plethora
I hope you may strive
To shine like the thunderbird
That you are
I hope peace finds you
And embraces the angel
That could lie only within you