Lines stemming from a song— Heard again and again for long— Are bridging a mysterious gap In quietness, step by step Between a smiling face

The ladybird’s wings May become fragile Yet she does feel The deep, intense love In her heart.

A small garden on earth Born to a larger one Is adorned by rosebeds Where sweet—smelling roses grow In the colours of the rainbow.

Waves kissing the pebbled shore Gazed at me and asked: “Shall we see your boat no more?” Contemplating the blue sky I responded with a sigh:

That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.

Upon spotting a ladybird Clung to a yellow daffodil One wonders about her wish or will… Will it be for safety? Will it be for care?

At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe

There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books

Beholding that nice bouquet We cheerfully recall the day Of a sweet gift of purity Left for the Eternity. Watered with great care

Bright sunlight Flooding the hill Mirroring that river Of pure, crystaline water. Sublime silence

From green to yellow Singing tunes so mellow They’re falling down the ground Spreading music around. They’ve relished the Summer days

Soft rain drops falling on the gro… Celestial blessings around Purifying the atmosphere Offering us much joy here. Trees, animals and everyone

The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories

In the same direction... Lovely noble thoughts Truly passionate feelings Permanently brought. Human wishes