River is running to meet sea,
mountain for touching sky,
bee for taking honey
Birds are flying high.

snail on the leave of tomatoes
******* flower glaring butter fly,
numberless cricket coming far off
burning and one by one die.

green fields full of crops,
canal dancing near by,
jumping monkeys in the water
paddy fields, hovering on dragonfly,

melodious songs of shepherded,
bleating of sheep grazing nearby,
burning fire sitting around,
touching rosy lips tea and pie,

Ascending moon,
Her love rises, soft and radiant.
Descending moon,
Her love endures, deep and constant.

If a body is tied with chains,
Surely, one day it may be free.
The dictators know this,
So they devised books,
And bound the innocent
Within their minds, with words.
For words are tools that can bind
Every nerve of the mind from within,
And later, the body.
Surely, such a body may never be free.

When all parts of a system,
Tainted by corruption’s blight,
Begin to devour themselves,
And shatter the organs of
The system, the wounded rise,
And forge a new system’s birth