
As the greys got surrounded by the orange hues.. “

The aspirations were able to break through..”

A golden lining cruised the blues so swift..*

Hope was then spread all over, in this sanguine view. “
Simi
#MyClicks

As the greys got surrounded by the orange hues.. “

The aspirations were able to break through..”

A golden lining cruised the blues so swift..*

Hope was then spread all over, in this sanguine view. “
Simi
#MyClicks

He holds the guitar as close as he can, with smaller, he doesn’t want to compromise,
He desires to play the finest of tunes, to his highest pitch he wants to rise.
Engrossed in his music, unaware of the world, this little star has his own ways,
When i ask about the superb euphony, “They are chords mom..”, he gently says.
I love the musician in him, for his guitar is all, this artist desires,
Am so sure he ‘n his music would go places, ’cause that’s what he humbly aspires.!!
My little musician who indulged into music when he just touched 5...Or maybe much before that..his fingers could feel the strings..!!
