Through which came he here
Treading,
Passing through the green wood
And the pastures wild
Full of green grass,
The leaves of fluttering in the wind,
An innocence missed and gone
As for temptation,
Fall from heaven,
Lust and greed misleading man
With ripples within the human heart,
But Nature so pristine
With the ancient orchard of it
Calm and sedate,
Sometimes furious and wild.
Before,O, youGo notWithoutSeeing HerA huge dark black statueOf Kali,You come and goAfter seeingHer,The Mother,The Mother of the worldInto whose HandsIs life and death.
And the wind carrying the tunings of those melodies?It is my love, my love, which I want to say you about,It is my dream that I have seen.On St. valentine’s day, I do not know it, nor can I say it to you,Why does the heart of mine get hurt and wounded?Why does the bleeding…
Believing and behaving romantically,But the mind may be of a classical tingeAnd temperament, poise and gravity,But the heart always romantically yoursThinking and believing in its way.
Racism,Anti-racism dramaContinue?Friend,Who areActors, producersAnd directorsOf this drama?
To which Modi replied,Namaste TrumpAnd Trump saying,Namaste, all of India,To all of you!
Happy, happy 2017,Go you wishing, greeting,Shaking the hands,Wishing and meeting,Greeting and going!Get you ready nowTo play your band,The band of yours,The band music of 2017With the beats and vibes of yours,The newest of the newestAnd the latest of the latestBeating the drums,Tuning in your guitar of life.
