Oh ! since ages . . . it was whispered in the woods
it was sung by the nightingale
it was heralded by the rising sun,
the heaven had shed tears of joy
and the earth was wet with it.

only we were walking with our eyes shut tight . . .
but today, the wetness tickled my feet
and I woke up
and saw the pearl studded meadow
nodding . . . with an inviting smile . . .

//10th Apr 2002