M a blessed soul…

From tiny baby steps to decisions of life…
From mommy’s lap to the world’s flap…
From protected home to wild zone…
From smugging loved ones to cold strangers…
From wicked games to Godu’s name…
They say it’s called growing up…
But from somewhere a blessed breeze is blowing in my life…
A sacred hand is writing my destiny…
That’s taking me to a world deep to the core of self…
That’s giving me a sunshine to brighten the darks of selfishness …
That’s bestowing me a sky high enough to rise above the trivial…
That’ showering me the choicest rain of true love…
That’s humming the sweet music muffling the mental noises…
And so I am opening my eyes to a different world…
I am not just growing up… I am blossoming…
Udti rahu… uchulti rahu… khilti rahu…