Water is formless, Colorless And odorless– It fits all sizes
Water assumes the form Of the container it is poured into Or, it could turn into a waterfall Or a whirlpool
Water has no color of its own It is as transparent as transparent can be Water adapts itself to any color mix And turns into the color it is mixed with Water is odorless It has no smell of its own It could turn fragrant when mixed with perfume And, it could stink in the company of foul smell
Water cannot be measured for its size Its size is the same as the size of its container Or it could be as small as a drop Or as expansive as the ocean
Water comes with more adaptability Than anything else in this world It dissolves its identity in all humility Because, water has no ego…
A closed window Is No window at all! Open it— Let the rays Of the morning Sun Enter your home… And, brighten Your day Let fresh air Flow in… Let it refresh Your breath And drive away The suffocation And, the stuffiness Inside Peep out Of the window Once in a while And take in a view Of the outside world Make it Your window To the world… Open the window often Or, at least Once in a while… Because a window That never opens Becomes a wall!