everything gets reflected in me- <br /> <br />the sky, the rolling clouds <br /> <br />the call of the birds and the sea, <br /> <br />the rustle of the leaves in whispering winds- <br /> <br />in the limpid lake of my mind <br /> <br />and their moods change its colours- <br /> <br />every fragrance wings into my heart <br /> <br />and every thought of mine soars into the space <br /> <br />to shine alongside brilliant stars and suns. <br /> <br />my laughter finds its colour in the brilliance of flowers <br /> <br />and my tears in the trembling pearls of the mist; <br /> <br />my deep fancies i dispatch to setting skies <br /> <br />my heaves of sighs to the billowy oceans <br /> <br />my anger is imaged in thunder and lightning <br /> <br />and my love in the songs of harmless birds! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />-s.chandra kalaadhar<br /><br />sundaram chandrakalaadhar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-gets-reflected-in-me/
