Winnie Panicker
Unto
you, my solicit dream,
That
forecast, beyond thoughts immersed
Sloping,
rather sifting through, those panels to and fro,
Of
mild breeze and a dusty storm.
Unto
you, my heart lay triumphed,
Delirious,
foggy thoughts
You
were just here, meant to be, a visible trance.
To
be within, not a second a miss throughout my journey.
Destiny,
its called, sometimes it ought to be
Thy
presence, thoughts, memories, suffocates, chokes my throat,
And
I clench to survive,
Breathe
hard, look deep, cry aloud.
Yet,
unto you, the heart cannot stop,
Every
moment passing by, the feelings of the heart
moves
ahead miles. Just mine, solicit dream, you still choke,
And
I rise within with a free air lifting your spirit so high.
Unto
you, my solicit dream,
You
may live in me till I leave into ether,
Where
our destinies shall meet once again,
Only
to live forever more. 
