The truthful Vedas of sweet nature
Echo in the boughs, across the sky,
The cheerful words of mother’s comfort
Swing us from past to future, why?

The unseen fragrance exhaling blooms
Strings the humble bees’ wings warm,
The musical murmurs of near by streams
Fill our hearts with the magical charm.

The jingling thoughts of joyful lives
Gallop with pleasure and pride yonder,
The stormy flashbacks, cheerful distress
Wriggle the lives who here ponder.

The worthy hearts feel and trust
The milky way a path and elevation,
My poor heart treads on the rope of solace
Shivering on the scaffold of reconciliation.

The starlit surface of the still waters
Speaks to the cloud for a while to pour,
My throbbing heart aches often
To shower and pour verses more.