Into New Roads Poem by Riya Here

Tiny hands always admires
The magical wings at the sky
Which wanders and witness
The whole beauty at that high
She herself made that wings
And colured her wanderlust dreams

Dark and light, bliss and grief
Yesterday's hold countless stories
Hopes and dreams, curious and anxious
Tomorrow's are there on the road
Pausing for a moment
She stepped out of the road
And flew in to a new road
Where she finds everything new
New streets, new stories, and
New people with grief and bliss

Her desire to Travel like a wind
Carrying all the scent of nature
Witnessing all the green and beauty
Going in a flow, to explore the goodness
Made her life a feel good movie
When it's rewinds as memories