Today; br My mind asks me br To create a basket full of blossomed Daffodils br With the beauty of my ambiguous thoughts. br Why is so? br That this art has had remained concealed; br May be I had a fear br Of getting severed br From my childhood friends, br Who has had been there for three decades now. br Misery, Pain and Dysphoria, br All gone br Merely with one touch of Divinity.