This work of mine is dedicated to my new life:
To
The Beams that pierces the murky piles of the clouds
and falls on the Wild lilacs of the green smooth meadows...
To
The Butterfly that unleashes herself from the trap
of the malicious webs of the spiders and fly to the distant blue...
To
The Babbles of a new-born baby , sacred, fresh and pristine
No worries of who-got pleased and humiliated with her hubbub...
To
The Birds that takes the wings high , crossing the borders,
Human have created , breaking the rules of their Filthy Governance...
To
The Rivers that curves all the way down through the stubborn rocks
and mingles with the massiveness of the majestic ocean...
To
The Cobbler with his bruised feet , lifts high the hammer
and hits the anvil , to guard our feet against spike of pains...
To
The Warriors who proudly welcomes the heat of Bullets
And dies with the respects , they have for their Nations...
To
The Joy of a lost child , when he saw his father carrying
a Paper wind mill and searching his tiny boy, amongst the crowds...
To,
all the happiness you get, beside the pains,
all the doors that opens, when you were lost,
all the freedom you feels, when you are caged,
It
is
the Rejuvenation...
Time: 10:40 am , Tuesday,
5th April,2011, WWF Resource Center
Leeja and Naren gossiping
I ...noting down the rejuvenated feelings...
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