Afternoon Winter Mood

Through the wings of my mind, flew the flakes(thoughts) of mood Started from heart, turned to brain and later on paper it grooved Am i turning mad or these are just emotions which through me ran? Sitting alone outside the shelter, which man has made for man when leaves fall like shedding tears The human in me still fears Escaping is not the way to get over these things otherwise birds with enormous power would have been the kings When the winter breeze tickles my ear and leaves waving me goodbye walking down to a concrete roads is not satisfaction, i dont know why! my life is nothing but a span such sad thought in my mind then ran Imagining my desire cools it down wings of mind would wear the crown if someday i find a place in my mother's (Nature) shelter where there;s nothing man has made for man And the soul that through me ran shall find eternal bliss being at a land and do all it can, without anything that man has made for man without any plans it will do all it can ... -Inspired by (William Wordsworth's Lines written in early spring)