How I love to go
and play in the hills.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
Among the green grass
I hop with the frogs,
and sing with the birds,
and walk on the logs.
Go under the waterfall
or sit on the rocks
or climb up a tree
and tear my socks.
I play in the morning.
I play in the evening.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
The ocean is deep and vast.
Its beauty is unsurpassed.
Loved by everyone, feared by all,
a treasure house it is called.
Crowned by silvery, glistening waves,
adorned with pearls of all types,
its colossal womb gave birth to life,
the tiny cell that bore mankind.
Forever creating and destroying,
it itself is indestructible,
unpredictable, unconquerable,
a turbulent, tempestuous cradle.
It is a witness, undoubtedly,
of revolutions that made history
with secrets locked in its recesses,
and many of the world’s mysteries.
From time immemorial it remained
and will remain as it remained.
Revered and honoured by each one,
Be it bird, beast, or man.
Is there a place in this world
where there are no wars, only peace?
Where happiness soars in the sky
and people love each moment of their life?
Is there a place in this world
where no one is big, no one is small?
Where no one’s heart is made of ice
and everybody speaks in one voice?
Is there a place in this world
where there is no corruption?
Where every life has sweet beginnings
and, free from sins, has happy endings?
Is there a place as such?
Or is it just a dream?
Like a bubble in the stream
which bursts at the softest touch.
The night has passed.
A quiet night.
Its dark velvet cover
yielding to light.
A night of prayer;
A night of hope;
A night full of care;
This night of snow.
Then as softly
comes the dawn,
then so surely,
the day has won.
I looked up towards the sky.
To where the great eagles fly.
The clouds were slowly passing by.
In shades of dark grey and white.
And then, I saw the Miracle!
O! ’twas a wondrous spectacle!
The darkness parted to bring forth
The Fingers of God onto the Earth.
It was a Sign of His great design
A sight I would cherish for all time.
There were no questions in my mind.
He bought a new light into my life.
The light of blessing and belief
would cure the pain; bringing relief.
Happiness would now abound
where Sorrow long stood its ground.
The stranger’s eyes fell upon me.
Cupid struck; I was in love!
And across the room I could see
only him. The stars above
warned me and forbade me
to dream about him.
Many times, during a dark night’s sleep
I declared my love for him
and he would say the same to me.
Oh! But Cupid’s arrow had strayed.
And I saw my love dance and sing
and give his heart to her – and say –
that he loved her. The strings
that held my dream castles so lightly
broke and left tears lingering
on my face – my love unrequited.
Walking down the banks one day,
what did I see beside the brook?
A man lay on the soft green grass
writing poems in his book.
I wish I was like this poet.
Sitting by the babbling brook,
I’d spend my hours writing happy songs
of nymphs and fairies in my book.
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