There is a world Where fairies dance There is a place Where there is endless chance.

Everything cannot be lost There is still a lot to see The waves may pull you apart But you are the calm sea.

It’s almost time The water will begin to flow It’s not a giant wave But then I feel so low.   There’s darkness everywhere I see no light There is only your eyes’ glow A faraway glitter in the night.

The thunder may have struck The waves may have roared But what difference did it make He was anyway far from the shore.

Someday I’m going to be free And see nothing but the nature and me Someday I’ll dance with the trees And fly with the breeze.

Let me take a moment off To remember the time When I first saw my mother And saw stars blinking in the night sky.

In a deserted house on the hill, Upon a windowsill, A little lamp was burning, Its pale flame flickering, On came the wind with all its might, Trying to blow out the light, But the remarkable little lamp, Went on burning bright.

Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size, My toes, a few grains of rice. I would travel on the back of a bee, And fly to all places I wish to see.   My mattress, a few small leaves, On it I’ll sleep without any grief. With a piece of cotton under my Read more…

I opened my eyes to find the sun streaming in, The calm of the morn, broken by the song of a bird. I jumped up and watched her, fascinated, The note, all but a sad melancholy.   Her breast displayed vivid patches Of the seven-colored bridge, Joining the heavens and this wonderful land, Where one Read more…

Once after dusk, Below the pleasing, purple sky, Was a waving banyan tree with its warm branches, Fondling the soft stream.   In the midst of this beauty, One could hear a tune in the air, The birds stopped singing, And the cows stopped grazing, The women carrying the pots, And the weary farmers after Read more…