Oh! How much I yearn, to breathe
The pristine air, of a meadow blooming
Adorned, a plenty, by droplets of dew
Which rest atop, flowers perfuming
In peace, to hear the mellow calls
Of song birds, I furtively long
And to heed the whispering wind
As unfettered, it drifts along
I crave to feel, the satin stream
As it mirthfully, caresses my being
And then to trail, on its course
When it attempts, in haste, fleeing
This and more, my soul seeks
Alas! I but, possess a trice
Such infinite gifts you have to offer
Nature, a lifetime won’t suffice
-Kartik Shastry
