Dr.k.g.balakrishnan
I don’t know why I was mum;
For these days;
But how it would be,
The ocean silent,
For a moment sum!
O, my swirling, glittering In!
Sing; sing till you wing;
Unto the ring;
Stilling the intuiting pin!
My golden lute;
As ancient-
As the moment spring;
Knitting the tunes sweet an’ cute;
Tilling the callous time an’ Fate!
