The capsule stays colourless even with a stain,

The inner-self gets tinted with a tinge of pain!

Instilling the empty "YOU" in the thoughts of,

A framework of nerves filled with fluid,

Making the wisdom shrink and swallow,

The calm sea of feelings within our burrow!

A dollop of solid pressure,

To push away the cork and fill the flask of your empty self,

With the liquid equal to a treasure!

Not necessary to be a robot,

Reducing yourself towards someone,

Be the moon of your own space,

Rather than becoming just an unknown trace!

A ray of soul should sculpt within,

Like the teeth while smiling shows reality so serene!

Like the bird flying inspires you to fill your sky with blue tint!