Friday, 8 January 2016

Memories of Child Hood.

 On the meadows where
Peacock feathers fall
Shall wait by spreading carpet.
At the midnight when lightening
 Flowers near the temple
Shall climb on the shoulders
On snake-wood tree.
Shall pluck the wild berries
Shall swing on the wild creepers.
Shall cover the valley
Why not climb morning hills..?
To see the sky
to go into the depths
Please come sweeping
Through the window sills.
To climb on the unseen
Branches of the night
While shaking, please..
Stars do not fall off
Please come, shall fly
Small sweet birds which
Has rainbow wings,
Breeze will give wings to every one.

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