Give me a house, I will make it home
Give me a roof , I will make it shelter
Give me a land , I will make it my zone
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.
World is beautiful , just see it through my eyes
Even if you hate it , there is always a choice
But never say die, give it a try.
Give me the pain , I will make it cry
Give me a fate, I will make it shine
Give me a sign, everything else shall be fine
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.
Give me a face , I will make it smile
Give me a voice ,I will make it sing
Give me a foot , I will make it dance
Cause I know there is always a chance
To respire a felicitous sigh
I am on my optimistic high.
PS0: House hunting can also seed poetry :D
PS1: I swear by those A/c Volvo buses in Bangalore, courtesy one has explored White field to Indira Nagar stretch within 2 “working” days .
PS2: And I once again swear by those red Volvo a/c buses (wink , wink again).Details to be published in next post.
PS3:The hotel lobby at night echoes only “bhk-bhk” .
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