Splendour of a moonlit night
Lies frozen within reach.
In vacuum silence of desolate air
The mind can break its golden cage
And spread its flapping wings
The sky and stars, trees and earth
Will absorb all the steam
And bring us all within our fist.
We have a right to live everyday.
Let's open the chiller door
Make a drink and make up our mind,
Sip the beauty and spread ourselves.
That's the way to peace and heaven,
That's the way to live with self.
The Summit Dwellers
Some summit dwellers have,
Atop their holdings,
Flags with the symbols of crown, or
Hunter's eye, or
The single-horn rhino of Kaziranga.
The flags have no connection with any sewage
Or its breathing inhabitants
That run down-below.
The flags flutter,
And the owners float in the gust of wind.