Sing A Song Poem by Rajendra padhi

SING A SONG

The peacock flings the feather
The fawn dances on the grass
When I sing a song,
The buds bloom into flowers
The lips of bees glow in nectar
When I sing a song,
Somewhere the cloud bursts
The thunder plays the drum
When I sing a song,
The breeze twirls and curls
Slowly words of music born
When I sing a song,

O my dear! I sing a song
Bloated in dreams of you,
Though the summer forbids
Thrills birds in hideout of hills
In ridges and ravines
A chase begins
When I sing a song,
A stopover joy is never scrappy
An itinerary draws up new lands
Hurtle a song you never know.