Tiny florets settle for night on bunch of leaves. It is dream sometimes till they grow, till there is time to decide their purpose. On a night stroll sweet fragrance will numb all thoughts than of moonshine that stands still.
_ Ringing of bells, chanting holy names is warmth beaten soul gets at temple. A glimpse bereft of distance from deity, created appearances due to pollution safety measures does not raises still voice. There are internet tools, RTIs, grievance portals and perhaps this time a near realization of Shri Ram temple at Ayodhaya.
It is destiny we believe could be averted when dawn wavelengths touch me tomorrow, when I will be there where answer comes from.