When you go marching side by,

Things bothering you definitely come along..

Jingling with the  sunshine,

still waiting for the moments,

But, when the wait is too long,

Patience hyped,

What a subtle mind recalls-

is just the good old days--

which never incommode,

where fears were not horrifying..

I wish--

When I go marching by,

sidelines too merge,

as if celebrating,

things go high,

and I am not exaggerating..