With the bouquet of desires,
Standstill with its tangerine red,
As if to gladden my heart
and vanish my worries,
I glance at the view and fondle myself
for the wonderful offer of the sky.
I flatter with pride and bow a little
To mock at the horizon,
just to reassure my worth of being,
Down I bow and smile at the earth,
For being Sky’s chosen,
It all took me a while to realise,
Opportunity and offers need to be
harvested at the earliest.
Dusk shall turn into twilight
and bouquet of desires shall be someone’s opportunity to hold on.
Blooms of hopes and light are tied into
a bouquet proffered by the Sun
every dawn and the dusk.
Opportunist beget the opportunity at the realm of hopeful life.