Frown lines perturbing such a pretty face.

Lips pursed, intruded by strands of hair.

Eyebrows wrinkled in a sign of distress.

Restless eyes searching here and there.

Birds are coming home, daylight is fading.

Rustling of leaves sometimes makes you startle.

Such unsteady steps, where are you heading?

To that galaxy, where the stars sparkle?

Do tell me, is your home far or near?

Has it been a very tiring day?

Does anybody know you are out here?

Are you worried that it is a long way?

Born out of the thoughts I hear out so loud,

You vanish again in mystical clouds.

A/N: I studied about meters and rhyming schemes, and I tried to write this in iambic pentameter. Not sure how much I succeeded.