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