O Breeze! How friendly you are!
And my mind you seize!
Every leaf rises to swing
And rings a melody,
Leaves tending twigs and boughs
Whisper in you and me,
'O Man, will you not step on to swing?'
In their troupe of green gold, I spread my wing,
And discover a theme, age old.
Hand in hand, they swing,
Step by step, they flourish like a musical ring,
In the echoing rhythm of their steps,
Sound a musical hustle and bustle
And they greet every soul, still and alive,
We forget, we disobey, we trespass
Every line and every boundary, manmade,
And join the chorus
And we restore us.
Hirendra Kumar Meher