There, where the silk worms hang on the leaves
of the trees, so aware of the unfaithful wind
that may kill his beloved queen!
yet erecting a cathedral of dream as they drips

There is life;

with patience and perseverence he is strong,
firmly holding on, when the devil blows him away,
nomatter if hot or cold even if its night or day!
he knows his feelings, whats right and wrong

the transient travels of the cloud as they make sketches in the sky, they embrace the light
and the darkness is nothing for the firefly bright
who sings the songs of happiness with much faith

There is life!





Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan