The world is my home, and all its people, my own…

I am the river, making my way to the ocean, my goal,

With other rivers just like me, fearless, restless…

I flow with them, make friends with them and exchange

Salt and silt, that enrich me at the end of my journey.

When I do reach the ocean, I say goodbye to my friends

Who I met on the way….

And evaporate into the sky one sultry day.

I am the wind, gliding across spans of lands,

Making acquaintances with the mighty tree tops,

Challenging my vigour with the strength of their spines.

Fluttering the dreamy curtains of dainty houses, belonging to faceless strangers

I sashay my way into their lives and drive away the summer scorch

With my satin touch…

Once I see them sigh with relief and comfort, I move on…

To another time and place where I am needed…

I am the snowflake…the visitor of winter,

A sliver of beautiful white lace,

Fringing frosty window sills that overlook

The warmth of families in a loving home…

The excited children rush towards me…

Scrape me off the sill and squeal in delight,”Look mom! Its snowing!”

I become a part of the snowballs they fling at each other in celebration

And smile as I melt from the heat in their little hands…

I have come here with a purpose and that is to give my all

To make you happy…

After I have done my duty, I prefer to slip away…

For if I stay longer and look on,

I know I will cling on to precious memories, that will be hard to leave behind…

I fear that I will fall in love with the world, with you and

Be entangled in the complexities that come along…

The world will always be my home and you will always be my own…

But I cannot stay stagnated, I have to move on.

And I am sure that one day you will realize that

If I have to be happy, I have to be free…..