Little nightingales
Celebrating the beauty of night
Under the blue sky,
Decorated with
Myriads of twinkling stars,
At night;
And the skylarks with fluttering wings
In the high welkin,
praising the dawn,
With a virgin’s blush
In the east ,
When crimson rays of the sun
Falls upon the droplets of dew,
Sing their musical notes
To remove the hardships of hustle and bustle
In our journey
To the palace
Where we have been sent from
To be a part of
Ultimate’s everlasting creation.
Sportive bleating lambs;
Blooming blossoms beautiful
In a number of hues;
Babbling waterfalls;
And singing rivers
Strengthen my innocent soul
That has a goal
To be accomplished,
Allotted by Supreme Soul
That waits for my coming.
~Alok Mishra
Fatehpur, India