Prem Surya Kumar
Over To The Woodlands We Go! ! - Poem by Prem Surya Kumar
Come brother, come friend, come let us go
Over to the mountains and the woodlands below
And watch with delight the soft sunrise
From the green glades where the orchids grow.
Here there is no smoke, nor rush, nor noise
Nor anyone from sick weariness sighs,
But under a crystal blue sky in quiet
A lovely, lively fresh greenness lies.
Somewhere a cuckoo cooes in rapturous delight
And a skylark, singing, soars into the height,
And from somewhere the melodious murmur of a rill
Reappears to set the soul and heart aright!
Tell brother, tell me, don't you so feel
That we could also, if we all so will,
Bring this paradise to our life and forgo
The hubbub, the madness, the run-of-the-mill?
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