a different stroke

i will wait here for a little longer
till this feeling grows more stronger

till these meadows filled up with snow
wear back their garments much so greener
till these dry trees, strained in the cold winter
clad again the graceful flowers in their bosoms
till the golden rays of the valorous Sun
reach every corner of this murky world
till the autumn no more fells the woods
till the spring brings back everything to life
whence the cascades of pure water flow
into the rivers and finally consummate
in the mighty ocean which reflects peace.


i will wait here for a little longer
till this feeling grows more stronger


till the world before me is no more scarce
of happiness and love and truth
till the brothers in the neighborhood
have mirth and heed for their fellow youths
till the men and women i see around me
progress toward the enlightenment
seeking no greedy wealth or evil sins
instead walking for causes noble
of spreading love and brotherhood amongst us
no matter what's the color of our skin
no matter what's the tongue we speak.


i will wait here for a little longer
till this feeling grows more stronger

till my every nerve drains of blood
till all my organs are strong and bold
when i can see a total different world
than what my fathers have been seeing since
the time the first of battles were fought
filling the soil with carnage and flesh
rather a place where in the air that we breath
we can sense how beautiful life can be
i will wait, no matter what it takes
to see another dawning of a twilight
to hear another singing of the linnets.

i will wait here for a little longer
till this feeling grows more stronger.

i will wait, i will wait.


Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt 14 Dec 2006.

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