Somewhere here I am born.

(Pic from magpie tales)

Somewhere here I am born,

where many stories treaded the path,

Its not new, nor is it smooth,

the ground shows its stories,

in footprints and in puddles.

Its not new, nor is it smooth,

but the soul that flow tells the story,

reflections seldom lie, but tells the story,

like a clear crystal spreading

amidst the footprints and puddles.

Somewhere here I am born,

with colors of soil, sky and air,

you may cross me here, in the air

I am nowhere to see, but I am here,

in the soul, in soil, sky and air.

Here I wished to make marks,

marks of love and simple truths,

feet and wheels, they gave no choice,

every second is a new beginning,

if you wish, I am here always, making my marks.