Last summer had the breeze of newness,
With the kiss of sun, and dwelt in rawness,
It was about to discover more of myself,
To read where I can relate myself,
A book, just a book and some days for it,
While people were passing by, I was clocking there just to sit,
That zeal, I can still relate,
As that book and every paragraph, I can relate,
That charm of the main character,
Or that zeal of city peak was like nectar,
While reading, I had tears of joy,
As I can connect with that girl and a young boy,
Who had similar roots,
Similar education just like a river and its brook,
But they had a dream not to dry up,
One had more private, the other with each step aimed to ramp up,
I do not know what they think, whether they made it,
But I believe they at least cherished it!!