भीगी बिल्ली

Waked up with the nightingales sweet song
Peeping out, I saw spring was in hand.
The various blooming flowers under the sky,
Attracted me by their spectacular colourful band.

The serpent hissed
To imitate the wind
But could only wriggle.

With a bag full of gifts and toys
Flying high on the sea-saws,
Come here you girls and boys,
I am the Santa Clause.

Thinking and thinking, O! What has happened?
Can’t even I write a word.
I stand as I fight myself on a field of paper.
In hand with the ever winning sword.

High up in the skies it flies,
Fluttering and fluttering its wings.
In freedom, it seeks the world
As in joy, it sings.

A bond between me, you and us.
Together we rejoice where without vanity
In a chorus dancing and singing on eternal music
Towards a path, that is love, leading us towards humanity.

The high steep mountains.
The cool and clear fountains.
They call me.
Where is she?
The peace where I find.

She is great,
She is old but
Still she is young.
She loves
However, can be terrific too.
She is beautiful.

No one nigh me and close, me and my parents born.
Could they roll on my tears.
Couldn’t one make me hard to think.
None could through the emotional spears.

“One by one, one by one,
Two by two, who are you?”
“Gobble – gobble – gobble
I gobbled the knowledge.
I know, I know, I know,