The Light House

All night my heart shines in the Milkyway; Shadowed under the words- Wordsworth had mosaic ed beside the lamp! The hunting ground for human souls To love with heart To love with care When dark woods and high hills, roaring seas are almost honest and bare to the minimum! Snow were beginning to to wane in hollows. Sun was hovering on human pathos. Movement of pain Through the passages of bullet injuries. Humiliating simple hopes High and low. Ardent belief seized by state of despair Opens the floodgate. Poetic genius like roving owl Finding right-words Framing into the souls! All night the Milkyway bright and gay! And i was there, my heart shines in the Milkyway.