Where are those, thy beautiful anklets? <br />My spring, the queen of seasons <br /> <br />Are they lost or are they hidden <br />Are they missed or are they stolen <br />But who needs and knows those <br />As only I heard them so clear <br /> <br />The ghal sound from many tiny bells <br />comes into my heart and dwells <br /> <br />Live once in last season, and recollect <br />the mesmerizing music of anklets, <br />starting from the cracks in the deep dales <br />goes dancing on trees and seas <br />reaches the peaks of hill shades <br />drifts towards the skies, passes towards the horizons <br />and came to us from all sides <br />to make us feel the hug of heaven <br />and the kisses of pleasure <br /> <br />My lovely anklets, where do thou lie <br />I could hear the sound, it is about to die <br />When thy music spread across uniformly <br />on all sides, give me a hint of intensity <br /> <br />Behind which rock of which mountains <br />Among which leaves of which trees <br />Inside of which waves on which sees <br />Thou can be caught, my missed anklets <br /> <br />I part the branches and fold the leaves <br />I fall to pieces to swim in the seas <br />I face and tap my hands in waves <br />I pass by all the sky with my eyes <br />And put the earth through the sieves <br /> <br />Get those anklets back to me, my spring <br />start now and open your wing <br />run or rush or cry or sing <br /> <br />The beautiful spring, I can't see your bare foot <br />come back with those anklets <br />If not tomorrow the next day, I would wait <br />but come back with those anklets<br /><br />praneeth remidi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-anklets-of-the-spring/
