Saturday, August 31, 2013

This mirth, this joyous birth, this dip into a happiness...

This birth
This joyous state,
This fate,
Written as a gate,
By Him,
The glory of the Sun,
On paddy field waving mine,
Like a mind
Reborn
Like a birth of a songy dawn,

God...
me prays
Comes gold
Like on every body on this tiny lonely planet,

God...
me prays
This birth happens
To All,
Always...

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