The golden birdy wandered in the endless blue sky,

The golden birdy touched the silver linings,

He filled his heart with the fresh air of freedom,

And smelled the fragrance of heaven.

When the wings were tired and the day looked fading, the tired wings took the path of the deserted branch of the tender pale flower.

By the time the Sun had already set. Warm, golden rays were becoming colder and darker. The chilling wind was about to start the ruthless dance. The tender pale flower was welcoming yet another cold, dark night that concealed the news of rise.

The golden birdy sat on the deserted branch. Shiny eyes of the tender pale flower were glittering with the smile to embrace the cold dark night. Even the crazy wind waited for a while and crawled stealthily to listen to the serene evening.

“Good to see you golden angel!”, said the tender pale flower breaking the silence.

“For the first time I saw fading days so happy and serene. Are they always so? ”, asked the golden birdy tired with the pleasures of the whole day.

The eyes of the tender pale flower glittered.

“Didn’t you ever feel cold in these fading days?” asked the golden birdy.

With the playful laughter, the tender pale flower denied the cold.

Through the playful laughter of the tender pale flower, the wounds were said and were heard.

The mild breeze started blowing singing the melodies of heaven and the news of sunrise.

मी एक गलीत पर्ण....

सान्डून रन्ग सारे, भूमीवरी मी पडलो,
सोडून व्रुक्ष सारे, वारया सवेत फिरालो.

आसमन्ती सान्ध्यछाया, पाहून मूक झालो.
कधी मी चान्दण्याला, चाखून त्रुप्त झालो.

तारुण्य-सौन्दर्याच्या, युगुलात कधी मुरडलो,
कधी मी बालकान्च्या क्रिडान्मध्ये ही रमलो.

कधी मी बारशान्चे, ऐकुन गीत हसलो,
राखेत मर्तिकाच्या लोळून ही मी रडलो.

उत्तुन्ग वैभवाच्या महलावरी मी चढलो,
भग्न मन्दीरान्च्या, चरणी नमून गेलो.

आसक्त तुम्बलेल्या, डबक्यात कधी बुडालो,
सखोल शास्वताच्या पाण्यावरी मी तरलो.

पाहुन चित्र सारी, थोडासा स्तब्ध झालो,
आलो इथे कशाला, उमगून आज गेलो.