Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Flying from one petal to other
From father to mother.
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When I was born,
I was garnished with a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of welcoming,
When I grew a bit,
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Thought of continuing my walk
And touch the point,
The meet of the land and it's umbrella
The meet of the soil and the sky.
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नशा है इन पतझड़ की हवाओं में
झूमते बादलों के बीच
सरगम की गीतों में
कहीं सहमा खड़ा चाँद
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