May be some day ……

Will collect my thoughts which are scattered at present …
Will search for some beautiful words which are forgotten
Will refurbish my mind which is as empty as a fruit basket …
And tune my heart strings to form a melody
And then … and then may be some day
Something beautiful would blossom
With a tinge of sunshine’s golden ray ……

Will collect some melody from the chirping birds
Words as colourful as the lovely colours of butterfly’s wings
Will recollect those vibrant and musical sounds
Of children playing in garden on the swings
And then … and then may be some day
My heart strings will tune to play a melody
And play it without any delay ……