Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra
Never weep , mourn any more ,
Sharp spines of roses are gone.
His flute makes a lasting spring ,
Trees bow , when he sings.
With music, dance plants and flowers ,
Frozen mountains melts to shower.
Desires as winged dreams flying high ,
Tell me dearest , why to shy?
Sweet music creates an art ,
Killing sadness , grief of heart.
Music in air colour my cheeks ,
Reflection of pink on my lips.
Stars in heaven smiling at you ,
Twinkling to explore with orient hues.
Now our veins are filled with kind fire ,
We sing of dews , of wild flowers.
We may not lift the veil of future,
With love , we feel life fuller and richer.