How tedious to fly with my quaking pinion
In the starry sky,where I'm a minion.
My inflamed heart knows where is the nest
But throbs for strength to get there a rest.
When I knead my life with blood and sweat
You always give me hope and thirst.
When I'm in dark and miss the way
Oh! your soothing song on lips of my life.
Starry sky and roaring waves,
Chuckling streamlets, flowery knolls and
Parching saplings feel your lap,we all
Suckle your nector day and night.
Oh! stormy wind spreads yellow leaves
To welcome winter, a stinging guest.
But you brood the seeds for future,safe.
And show the way for a fragrant spring.
balakrishnan .cherkala.
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