Why do our senses
Fly high somewhere
Despite our presence
Felt on this earth
I always thought
Tried my best to find
Something apt for this
Anything of such kind
Whenever things happen
In our favour
The senses enjoy
Their fair share
In times of hardship
As we feel low
The senses glare
Gives us a blow
I really feel fine
To feel the intensity
That it brings in
And drives the diversity
Lost in the world
Where senses thrive
I would always love
Live, fight and survive
As they never demand
No fence post to cover
Everything yours
Whatever you travel
No specific expectations
Only real aspirations
Desires floating
Pains soft, unspoken
Ajay Jha **Chandram**