I Am Not A Stranger Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I am not a stranger
Each blade of grass is mine;
The high hills can't hem in me
Here I am born to grow and shine.

The earth and the sky
Are known to me so close;
My soul gets polished in the
Sunray and I am not made to lose.

The trees know me
And I am a friend of birds;
The flowers open up to greet me
And winning games for me is not hard.

The rivers flow for me
They sing and wash my feet;
I fly high to be with the clouds
Beyond that to my Lord I will meet