Tuesday 4 February 2014

17.LISTENING TO THE RAINDROPS



Listening to the raindrops
Still I wish to be a child,
An innocent bud, smiles mild,
Wonders at the sky, wide
At the stars shine,hide.
Listening to the clarion call
Still I wish to be a bird,
A skylark whose chirp is heard
While it flies high and high
Up in the cloudy blue blue sky,




  And still I wish to be a drop
  Of snow, shines in hill top
  Where thin streams peep peep,
  To flow downwards steep, steep.

Listening to the raindrops
Still I wish to be a rain
Of honey to fill again, again
The petals withered, dried
In dreams everyone wish to abide.
Listening to the clarion call
Still I wish to be a shore
Near a sea,the cradle of lore
Where waves curl to embrace
Sands,shells and pebbles with grace.
And still I wish to be  engraved
In your heart,oh! God! Enshrined,
As glowing emerald,enveloped,
Always entailed and enhanced.





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