Green World

Green world is laid around;
It seems that :
The Earth has no bound.

     On the green fields of village

     I listen to music of lapwings' sound;

     And these romantic songs

     Do not allow me to lounge.

To and fro :
In the sky and on the ground;
Breeze blowing with sense,
Brings a message to propound.

     It says :
     "Trees wait for you and,
     waits the green mound,
     Listen, Listen, 'O dear,
     what I announce !"

The message of breeze has attraction profound,
And the songs of Lapwings always hound;
Then in the prison of love myself I found.
Why not, when the atmosphere is zeal abound ?

     I'll surely wonder around,
     No matter, if the earth has no bound.

- Rohit Vadhwana (20/8/1998)