-My younger heart-
(Sukla)
When do I see a drop of my family shining bright,
With deep condescension dawn
Tears of gratitude.
Heart with divine dictation dodders.
When I see a small bud of my garden,
Swayed with Umpteen deleterious
blows of weather,
remains still with smile with Mellow-eyed sweetness,
Life feels nourishment with Vigorous Vicissitude.
The air around blows with easy assuagement,
beckoning inner unespied achievement.
When I see my little joy in the morning of life,
becomes the joy of numerous minds,
With the passing of time – the most painful and agile emendator.
My heart’s contentment with wordless quiescence drops to sparing emptiness.
The Sun that smiled on me day after day,
and the moon that consigned dream delightful,
and the raindrops on woodland with birds and butterflies with mind soaring to touch the heaven,
and the Far-reaching field that weaved the dream of bright days,
With time subdued with the loss of fire within.
With deep- rooted view of the world and Undeceived mind,
The things are with changing shrine.
The joy of life with unlived dreams is now the joy of rumination.
The dewdrops of the tip of grass smile not to see the sun for the joy of ultimate flight.
Life is adventurous not to indulge in fanciful web of dream or truth beyond.
At the setting sunshine of life my heart moves to divergence of my
Youngling close to my being.
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