TO HER
D. SRINIVAS RAO
The river mingles in ocean,
When he heaves in sweet emotion,
The buds bloom with a sweet chore,
Suddenly a butterfly hurls to pair,
Nothing on earth is singled.
Why not we both be mingled?
The night and stars appear together,
At distance, the heaven and earth kiss each other,
In nights there blows a cold breeze
Lulling the lilies, their pollen to seize,
The clouds embrace the mountain peaks,
In season’s lap, the nature sleeps,
Nothing on earth is singled,
Why not we both be mingled?