When the fields have wheat, maize, and millet

From the shadow of the trees, you can peek into the blue sky

You murmur your folk songs and

puppies ran up to you with their dancing tails

The golden sunsets, the chirping of birds

The dandling of Saccharum spontaneum flowers

who says you have to die to see the heaven

close your eyes and open them ,

heaven lies in your eyes

You need no palace to be the king or queen

when you can run all the fields visible to your sight ,

Embrace yourself when the cool air blows

Let your hairs be the dancers

and head be the theatre

On the lap of nature, you donot know

when you have been prominent view to someone

and you become the poetry,

Through the nest of your heart,

You cheer to the serenity of nature .