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

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

At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting

It’s a hot starry night On the seashore A glimmering stare Wishes it would approach The lighthouse ever more.

Immense like the sea Intense like their poetry Ardent, bright like the sunlight Soaring high like a bird in the sk… Every tune sweetly reaching the mo…

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

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

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

A cascade of emotions Descended upon me Since dawn cleared Until night came to me. I recalled the warm atmosphere

They stand still in majesty The abundant green foliage Covers them with beauty Worth a rime of Coleridge. They are bathed in sunlight

The sun couldn’t show up Illuminating the land With its glimmering beams. The sky, only greeted by clouds, Has brought about the same hope

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

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