…….STOPPING BY WOODS….
….. ON A BRIGHT MORNING….
“Whose woods are these ?” Mine, my own.
My winged friend’s too. Day and night
We linger under these green shades,
Our winged dreams, fly high and high.
Wow ! How synergic this morning too !
Behind the steep,green eastern hills
Bright rays spreading their arms
To embrace each tender
My twittering friends fluttering
Like little kids in their mother’s
Boundless love from the
Spills over from the springs of
My sweet-heart, my yellow
Her zigzag turns, her swift
From one stem to another,
and my eyes
Tune new melodies, blend new
Her eyes here and there for a
Or for a bit of nut or savoury
My heart chanting thrilling
Of wild ecstasy beaming
from these woods.