gurgle of my streams, <br />slopes to the paddy field where <br />birds of the morning sing, <br />ol' tall bamboo forests kissing the river <br />as mother wind bends them to bathe, <br />sniffling sounds after the dip, <br />they made my song, take me, <br />take me to my songs <br /> <br />streaks of her silver lightning as she debuts on stage, <br />her beloved thunder clapping - be it day or gloom <br />dashed hopes of sailing boats, slowy drizzle finis - <br />but with a kaleidoscope on the window pane <br />coloured with eve's vermillion <br />then the first star peeps out, one - <br />one in a million <br />they made my sketch, take me, <br />take me to my sketches<br /><br />Prakash Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-me-back-4/
