Everymorning I travel
The world I travel
Consists of petty things
With which I mingle and sing
As the vehicle haults
With some or other fault
I do not miss to watch
Gushing water over the pool
That flows so cool
There a white dove sits on the rock
It draws my attention with its mock
It seems Rock and dove both love each other
And a fallen kite rests on the rock altogether
Happy is the dove  sitting
Happy is the rock standing
Happy is the kite resting
And I am more happy watching