Little birdie in the sky,
Fly, dear birdie, fly.
Fly left and fly right,
In and out of my sight,
...
God, (if you believe in his existence)
Or the Life Particle,
Or Mother Nature,
Created,
...
She walks slowly with gentle motion,
A little pre-occupied, having full notion,
Of the small world that revolves around her,
Of which she is the gracious mother.
...
Camouflaged in the lush green grass,
Confidently gripping the rifle in his hand,
He spied the widely notorious crocodile,
That seemed to lie peacefully in the sand.
...
I see a large number of walking dead,
Neither down below nor high above.
I see them on earth with heads held high,
Though, long ago, they emitted a last sigh.
...
The dark clouds glided menacingly across the sky,
The light ones accompanying them floated merrily by,
The fleecy babies struggled to keep pace,
And reveal the evanescent sun's glowing grace.
...
Leaning against the window bar,
Looking at the landscape far,
Eyes that looked but did not see,
The clouds, the trees or the blue sea.
...
Standing beneath a gulmohur tree,
The young man looked around him,
Tense and deeply brooding was he,
In the late evening, dark and dim.
...