Rain is falling, Humble is dwelling, Ringing the alarm of Crossing ages burning! Ship is sailing, Sail is changing Across the drift of time The storm is changing its frequencies! People are boarding As am sailing to different destination But Love is pampering Either by leaving or loving! Sometimes, it's a high ride Then, a break to think Oftenly when there is discharge of fights I realize who am I? Whether sailing or drifting the sail course across the ocean of life miniature! Neither am constant nor do the visitors in my ship but, the only difference is the change in everytime leaves the clue for the next session of arrivals of miniatured love featuring an armor of delicacies dealt with highly ethnic wear of intellects that will either enjoy the ride on sail or get overdozed with its breezing air and leave the sail due to its coldness! Curious Estranger!