Fly Fresh, Beloved Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

How can you travel all the way almost daily?
Isn't it hectic to your heart?
Don't you feel awfully tired?
Ah! Well, you definitely knit the best world.
You see each and everything firsthand,
The busy roads, the deafening shores,
Men and women moving on to their ways,
It's like a nest of stories that you literally swim across
Something waits for you and you welcome that view
In moderate moments and in wild noons, you keep going
Touching your cheeks, and measuring the moods of the weather
You bear this beat almost every day.
You're a beautiful explorer and every ounce owes to you much;
A little rainbow sparkles in your eyes;
And you read the upcoming atmosphere,
Time will be true to you for you're loyal to it.
Catch it, don't bow down.
Surrender hasn't been in your blood.
Wake up, wake up, another dawn await your light
Rays of this wintry morn engulf you,
Fly fresh to the bay,
It's inviting you to the endless muse
And poses pleasing poetics for your soul,
See, this musicality is missing you the most.
And, of course, a sleepy spell ahead to my lazy self!