The bird of hope singsPerched on the branches of twilight;Never grieve for anythingFor, the day always follows the night!
Before the tears of the eyes dry outLet them sprinkle words on the paper Life is short and the man shall dieBut the words shall live on forever...
Requiring neither wood nor urns,Inside me is a fire that burns;Advising me to never accept defeat,The blessed fruit of hope it churns!
One day I shall leave the world,And if you feel like remembering me-Search me not in my ashes,In my words, you can rummage me!
Thirst is the aim for quest,It keeps inspiring to find more and more;Otherwise, satisfied we would sit,And lazily rest on the shore!
Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur
Far from the maddening crowds,Love leaves a trail;If you take my name, I shall comeLeaving behind all my veils!
The more silent is my mind,The more it speaks;Wisdom is a light divine,And its shadow a mystique!
A casket full of stories I presentFrom the ocean of my feelings and its moodSome bring with it a tempest of tearsSome make you sit and broodThere are a few pearls of optimism tooWhich are colourful an...