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.
