It Is Your Show Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

Hey you! come on, magnificent is your radiance
When you blow like the wind in your dreams,
You blow up some water bubbles trapped in your knocked bottle of heart for years,
You take them along afar in the light of hope,
That colorful hope witnessed in the iridescence
Over the surface of those beautiful bubbles
Flying freely under the sky filled with your own sunshine;
The sunshine you created when you were a prism,
It dispersed all the seven colors in the azure,
To let yourself become pristine and pure.
It is a seamless rainbow in that unclouded sky,
Down it is a bottomless bluish enticing sea;
You know it has illusions like mirages of the desert,
Once it may call you to dive in by showing Pearl's beauty, or to on broad to surf in adisguise of thrill?
You are in the middle with your magical bubbles,
You are a seagull flying in the lengths of your dreamscape,
Far away, there is a point where everything meets,
You are racing against the time to reach there with your wings,
The journey is magical and you know the magician's trick.
Hey you! Come on, now fly with your flesh-flashing like the lightening, become a ceaseless thunder.
All eyes are on you, yet no eyes on you.
Your eyes are where there matters you know;
it is a wonder, it is your show.