When I hear my heart sing
I look at the trees and the birds,
The rustling leaves, the swaying breeze
And there’s a borrowed lilt to my words,

As if the gentle lapping of the sands
By the tiny rolling waves ,
Has entered my very being somehow
And, that is what my heart craves,

I am then freed of myself
Of the chains that I wrap around me
And, I sing to my heart’s content
Dissonance, Consonance, verily.

How small, how tiny are you, Ashok
Not even a dot in your mind,
If you can’t your own self see
And, in this vastness, yourself find.

Despite the throngs all around you
Are you not lost, is that not true?
As you spend your life in a nebulous search
For that glow of happiness that’s inside you?

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)