If you want witty wings
Then sit within word weavers\' rings
First sing rhymes of ancient age
Then pluck virgin buds of spring days
Sing softly like morning breeze
Dance as wild as green trees
Behold beloved\'s breast with clever eyes
And gather pearls of blue sky
Enjoy colours of seven siblings
Steal rhythm from river tunings
Welcome winds of monsoon
Lotus blooming beneath the moon
Celebrate your witty wings
Follow all these wise things .........