भीगी बिल्ली

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,

Child is the father of man Give him love if something you can. To bring out the true me And the world let me see. O dear me!

Give back my handsome past Where joys in plenty do they last Give back my laughing childhood Where under the sky playing once I stood. I want to be a kid that naughty child Where the world though seems so mild. Far from the world, Your future worries,

Sharing together my haps and mishaps Leading and inspiring me towards my trend Consoling and laughing with me, in my life Crying for me at times hard, who can he be. Besides my affectionate friend.