She grows flowers, that often stun.
Seven cypresses and a maple tree!
I'm here because I need lot of sun.
I sit all through, under the maple
On a chair with an L shaped table
There hangs a feeder for the birds
I seek every way to keep it stable.
Birds are lovely, light , and swift
They are Nature’s precious gift
They come to me in numbers big
Sing songs for me like a Sophist!
What's life but a rhythmic number
That short-circuits our slumber?
We come and go , fast and slow
His grace doesn't let itself cumber!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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