This evening I prayed
To the Mother of the Universe
Ma, get into my veins
My nerves and skin
And sing, sing and sing
She just smiled
As She ever does
The unfailing Mother
And here I am trying to sing
In sheer abandon
On a sultry evening
When friendly west winds
Have begun their amorous strokes
On the heads of sleeping palms
Across the plains
Against crimson skies
That have imbued into them
The hope of impending rains
Sing, sing, west wind
Sing you the lonely bird
That seeks a nest for the night
To hatch an egg
That breaks out next morn
In a universal song
The world is indeed beautiful
Grant me Ma discerning eyes
And a mind that can sing
Your eternal songs in ceaseless strains
A singer here I am
Who can’t sing
Unyielding vocal cords
Yet, your song reverberates
In the silent skies
Of my thoughts
Through the bird
The hatching egg
And the stars who guard the nest
Sing, sing and sing
That is all I can do
Through everything that is a thing
That can sing
Ma You are nonpareil
It doesn’t matter
If my vocal cords have failed
The song still comes along
Gushing out through so many blessed things
The whole world is a song
Who cares if it is a cuckoo
Or a quail that sings
Whoever said I can’t sing
When everything that I am is a song
I am a song that never stops to sing
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