As a new sparkle to the burning fire-
We too merge with the divine machinery
With thousand hopes of casting a heaven
And wish to scent the whole world with joy
Even the pebbles tackle , the ripples tickle ,
Brisky breeze brightens , braky brambles bridle
We bundle all the roses but not a thorn-
Weaving thousand dreams to colour
The very bubbles of frenzied minds
In our futile efforts to explore
Often we slip into the mighty flames
Frowning faces fenced around-
Aimless eyes focus on the emptiness !
To convert the ashes to burning flames-
The essence of human existence;
‘Spare ’! For it’s the noblest mission-
To fill the fields and plains with blooms,
Enchanting, everlasting, evergreen—
That ever appeared on the earth;
Let the dreams dwell in us
Like a dangling pendant in a bracelet
Like dazzling stars in the darkest night
Like dripping driblets from the dingy clouds
Like dainty dew drops on the roses,
Until the winged chariot hurries near…
m k onappathipp