Walk in a park with music blasting,
going along the red sand path
Amidst a song aiding avoid noises away,
my earphone’s battery goes away
Looking around, people, oh people,
self-consciousness circling me
Looking around the park, spotting
flowers, spectrum, oh spectrum
The odour of spring, brings the dead to life,
The battery of my earphones went dead,
flowers aided my soul to alight with life
— Shubhangi