Niharica Bhardwaj

O Lord! don't give me success,
If it takes away my freedom;
Don't give me success,
If it pulls me in the ditch of pride;
...

I led avery normal life,
Luck did have no strife,
The sunlight streams,
the garden creams,
...

See those yellow grasses,
and those green trees;
See those pink flowers,
and those golden bees.
...

I shouldn't believe you God,
sugars have turned rancid,
lemons have curdled
water's turned acid.
...

The mothhour has died,
The wind is blowing mild,
The lawns are washed white,
and the leaves look bright.
...

So many minds
treading the land,
So many leaves
dance the sky,
...

Life is a lake
with ripples of happiness;
that make the mortal fake
beautiful and ageless.
...

The sun was swallowed
the gale reappeared,
The light narrowed
deliriously disappeared.
...

They sleep on gold,
but their souls are sold;
no sugar on their tongue,
yet their glories are sung!
...

That night I was in bed,
That night I can never forget;
That night I heard a strange noise;
That night a peculiar voice
...

Nature unwinds its,
eternal beauty,
to manifest its
most beautiful booty,
...