The crow has reconciled to its fate
Stopped flapping its wings
Sitting on the window sill
The silence in the meadow is eerie
...
Flowers are soft
They are full of colors
And hold inside fragrances
...
It is the season
To take a stroll I have
To wake up early in the cool morning
It is Spring
...
In the placid flow of the night
I let you live in my dream
With raw love of a vagabond
Your heart is full to the brim
...
When ripe age will grip my
Heart and mind
I would be helpless and leave
My dreams behind
...
My mind does not have a kingdom of its own
Around the globe, deep into the sky
It is free to roam and fly
...
together we go to the field
you hide amidst swinging crops
you whistle soft to draw me to you
as birds flutter at you from treetops
...
As I walk down the stair
In the morning to take a walk
In the garden
I can hear the tune of a
...
Your kohl rimmed eyes have
Thrown the dark night into a trance
A naked stranger is waiting at
The door to be loved and merrily prance
...