Sing, sing oh, sing with me

Morning sunshine sings with me,

Village folks all up about,

Stir the early morning light,

Bright and light their footsteps fall

On the dewy grass outside;

Soft and steady their sturdy stride

Keeps them healthy, wealthy and bright

Not in the sense that money brings

But in the sense that religion means:

Shepherds, farmers, hunters all

Rise up and hear pure nature’s call

Wrapped with infinity, simplicity deep

Oh! Pan wake up and hear the ocean weep

Smothered with junks of human hate

“Come back again before it’s too late.”

                                                                      ~Shobha Diwakar

                                                                         Jabalpur, India

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