His dare to be in air

Who steals the dare
Keeps himself in the air
Thinks about what aspires
To make fulfil desires
Collects deadly charm
In the air of warm
Beauty is here to radiate him
Nothing is to variate him
Catches every reflections
Gets warm affections
More than half of the time
With atmosphere plays rhyme
Has a sweet pain of hesistant
A small cry of resistant
But the strength never stops
Complete in peculiar way no picture crops.

Dr. Ashutosh

Image: Tina G