Musing


There goes my path
Of unflinching state
Devotees of choir sang
An unsung ballad 
Trees whispering a 
Mountain of trees
Cobalt blue of musing
Masterpiece
I jumped an untrodden museum
Kite runners held their guns
Glory’s unmet desires
Full of nonchalant melody
It is the season of
Unspoken understanding
Vanilla blue topaz in my hand
My path rained a thousand
Prophet song
Devotees of choir of
Newly built musing.