Morning Raga

With the first rays of the Sun;
I strain my eyes to lookout
From my window,
Overlooking a lush green field

A group of sparrows appears,
perched atop the branch of a tree;
One of them starts singing
Others pick up in a random chorus

My heart leaps with joy;
One of them must be her,
Singing messages of love
How can I miss her, ever?

6 thoughts on “Morning Raga

  1. Rajendrabhai,
    Well describing / beveling /recognizing your beloved ones voice from natures chorus voice created by various birds. .

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