By: Preeti Vyas | RedPaper.in
Let it fall sometimes,
It’s better to be free,
Everyone is caught in their own boundaries,
It has got to do something strange.
Let it fall like the evolved droplets
Dripping from the giant wheel,
Let it fall like those flurries
Escaping from the winds as they rush in,
Let it dim those shinning distant lights
Lowering the contrast of the surroundings and those glowy nights.
Let it make all the clutter
And all the chaos in the wild,
Let it cover those dull buildings
And those whimsical shrines.