When the faint rain murmurs
Mother scribbles on a deposit - slip.
When the calm wind blows
Mother finds life without a strife incomplete.
When the vessels reach the port
Mother shuts the windows
And hides behind the walls.
When the birds fly to the exile
Mother sings about forgetfulness
And dances in the tender twilight.
Oh Life,sun born and star watched
You learn the rhythm that binds us,ALL.