Under the shade of the tree,
On the banks of the river.
In the silence,
where the smile doesn't shiver.
from the crowd that shouts,
from the worldly roundabout.
When the dusk and the dawn,
exchange their places.
When the winds and the twilight,
together assemble my broken pieces.
Where I forget all my own blues,
merging into the sky's mixing hues.
Where the nightingale's melody
breaks the prevailing silence.
Where the light of the stars
penetrate deep into my eye lens.
Take me to such a serene place.
Where there are
—I want to be healed | Prateek Sharma