vittal vandavasu (November 4th 1994 / Hyderabad)

I art waiting for the songbird to show it's grace
Perhaps with a song or mere presence
I come from long tired journeys I chase
The lapse of wrong leads to perseverance

So when shall thy merry song embark upon,
Towering yew, spreading greens and collosal hills
I yearn for thy charming song, for it is a spark lit on
The mellowing of sew of harming wrongs and collapsing sills

Thou art evident soaring above the peaks
Is thine song with thou?
How stark it seems without thy song which speaks,
Of mine long folly with woe

At long last I heed to thy enchanting song
The one I hast been waiting for
The song's vast lead on encumbering wrong
Is some seen in blur

I know not what thou wishes in the song
But I craft my own significance
I bow to thine bliss, for long,
Have I been in draft with ignorance

Bar the sins out I art cleansed by thine enchanting song
Been to the murkiest corners in life in strife
Soar the wins prevailed out of ignorance, a charming thong
Hit me on my frailest bothers, wounded by a knife

But, thy song heals mine wounds
I heave a sigh to respite
Tell me why thy sounds
poignant despite
having an enthralling vocation to act
Art I the reason?
Craving for thy song is it a violation pact?
Then art away with my treason