Those who cherish the horizons, it’s where their love meet;
Do they know on touching the sky how would the land feel;
For it’s merely an illusion ; what is real only in their minds they keep;
Making their senses blur they let their emotions sweep;
They say “Finally at the horizons everything meet;
Someone ask the horizons;”too close , how do you feel?”
“Though we tend to merge but are too far to take a leap;”
“Go tell them; don’t crave to be d horizons ; for we are real only on reel ;”
“If they truly need to feel; then distances need to be kneeled ;”
For d sky can never bow down to the earth; if ever so ; it wud be catastrophic indeed;
Don’t crave to be the horizons; but you can be her shore and she be your sea ;
Always by your side with hand in hand ; forever u n me;
Pitty the horizons ;they exist but the touch they never feel!!