By Jayasree M.R
Oh! lord , I am standing in the midst
Of blessed like Birds, Flowers, Stream and so on
Over the sky, I see my angels, who
Open my inner self into ecstasy.
I sense stream murmuring their love of pebbles
Flowers chat their secret love with breeze
Butterflies whisper the sweetness of flowers
To the stranger, who seems familiar to trust.
The paramount of my spirit
Awakening in the realm of love
The love of nature
Which bestow eternal Bliss.