enjoying nature's bounty I wrote it when I went to Bhutan for a picnic party :)
Amidst the boulders and trees,
The hillocks and hills
Flows a rill here and there
Whispering into my ears.
I sit here writing
With you in my mind
Watching the flowing stream
With a blossom sailing by.
Rushing through the rocks
With such a tremendous force,
Bubbling water to bubbles
The stream flows by.
Pebbles I see here, under the water
Crystal clear,
And to the green above,
Dense darks I can see
In the midst of blue hues
And grassy greens…
Beyond this greenery,
A black bird perches at a branch end,
On a tree with red blooms,
A tree with leaves very rare.
But suddenly, in the course of
the whistles of water,
The bird flies away,
High above the zenith
High above the clouds.
As I write, a robin flies over
the pebbles and water,
And as I look
He flies into the infinity.
I keep on writing
As you seem to be here,
I keep on writing because
To my soul, you are near.
Singing a chorus and
Making whistling whispers
with the pebbles and boulders
The solitary brook flows by.
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