Not because I have to but because I do.
Like the dragonflies that flit around me
My soul flits around from place to place.
Like the breeze that weaves its way through the petals of a water lily,
My spirit yearns to wander.
Like the Monsoon clouds pregnant with rain, my heart yearns to sing.
Like that solitary Comorant, my dreams hope to soar.
Like the raindrops that prance about, a thousand pin pricks on the waters of the Vembanad,
My words seek to dance.