I cherish lazing around, in my balcony
Here hangs around, a mystic harmony
With Existence. It is spacious & open,
Chaproned by tall trees & the blue sky.
Here it's a bulbul in this nook, chanting
There're those seven sisters chattering.
I can hear a parrot squawking feelingly
And in that trove, a lone dove is cooing.
Birds make good company.
They hop about ebbuliently
And they are'nt afraid of me.
They are, so to say, cousinly.
There comes in, a scarlet cloud floating
Below it is a flock of sparrows chirping.
The sun is shedding its few last shafts
To their nests, all the birds are heading.
A light breeze caresses both my cheeks
A flying grus flapping its wings, squeaks.
The evening has arrived. The rendezvous
Is over. It's time to go home. Life speaks!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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