Thursday, April 4, 2013

A song in me

I sing to myself, as a song stirred,
from the bottom of my heart, like a feathery bird.

I sing to myself a song sublime,
I sing to myself a song that rhymes.

A song that blooms like a flower in barren lands,
and soothes the air over burning sands.

A song, ageless in its form,
A song, so soft and warm.

A song that will echo round the vales,
and sail the deep seas on high sails.

A song of soulful notes,
which we like to hum the most.

A song which sets the dreams afire,
A song that we sing with the lyre.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit