No matter how high an arrow may fly
No matter how far an arrow may go
Always remember in its path's end
Even a golden arrow lands on the ground.

Free as the wind, you roam the land
Removing vexes from your heart.
Emerging anew from the past
Mellifluous with many smiles.
Elate my friend, your eyes possess
Lyrics no poet has ever wrote.

I do not know how much you’ve grown
Nor even how tall you now stand.
It has been months since we have met
Talked with each other face to face.

And yet I know you’re doing fine
I’m ever glad just hearing that.
But remember that you should not
Push yourself to the breaking point.

Jet planes and jet lags
Ever miles apart.
Travels distant are
Tormenting my heart.

a blue bird dives on the stream
a fish it caught in its beak.
it repeats the maneuver
soon he does not know hunger.
-the kingfisher.

a brown bird lands on the ground
on shallow streams took a bath.
giving men a joyful sight
had its fun, it takes to flight.
-the chestnut munia

a dainty song overheard
a familiar call from sky.
a pair lands on the window
delighting the lone widow.
-the pied fantail

i pick on scraps by the street
and a peck of farmers' grain.
a nuisance i have become
both to animals and man.
yet i am content to live
among these birds beautiful.
choicest food i cannot taste
yet on scrap i still subsist.
once in my past, life was good
but i met my misfortune.
now i am forced to endure
living life as a sparrow.
-a poor man.

I do not regret the day we met
When all my courage I had mustered.
It makes me smile when I remember
First conversation we had ever.

I walked over to you, nervously
And I seemes to not know how to speak.
But we did have such a pleasant talk
That I forgot to ask for your name.

I do not regret the day we met
You have become to me a good friend.
Each time we talk I smile to myself
Relieved that at last, I know your name.

Trust me friend, I did love you first
Oblivious though you seemed.
Playing with such feelings
Hurt me good and left me
Ever wondering.