Walking under the scarlet sky,
On the quest of perfect pal.
Sun and moon side by side,
Vindicating prominence across the sky,
Walking through the concrete jungle;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Inanimate souls riding galloping machines,
Endeavoring for the desired triumph,
Walking upon the endless curb;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Reverent hands plunking bells,
Venerating the blest of green earth,
Walking by the providential temple;
On the quest of perfect pal.
Blissful vox of twittering birds,
Striving to corroborate cheery presence,
Walking beneath the verdant tree;
Cessation the quest of perfect pal.
Walking under the scarlet sky,
On the quest of perfect pal,
Reminiscing my blithesome soul;
Found myself as perfect pal.
-Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi