The Song I Sing

I sing a song,

a song that tampers

far too long.

I sing of God,

His wonders prime.

His Godliness,

His bliss sublime.

I sing of Nature’s

Countless forms,

Pristine beauty;

Myriad charms.

Of sun and moon

Of stars I sing,

Of waters too,That sweet so ring.

Their lilting note,

Play birds around.

Enchanting all,

With animating sound.

I sing of love,

That man so bound;

And barrierless

Went all around.

I sing of man,

His heart and soul.

And on this earth

His mystique role.

How once his glory,

Shone in glue;

Unmoved,undaunted

Ages through.

And gone is he

So off his may ,

With every night,

And every day.

That having lost

His base, he hangs,

In disbalance,

And pain he pangs.

In between earth,

So down below,

And heavens up

That lofty so.

With science and wisdom,

Wealth and brain.

But wishful thinking,

Lost in vain.

He totters wingless,

Bidding to sail,

With failing nerves,

And powers pale.

But man has faltered,

Of his tune,

Finding himself

So immune.

He lost his virtue,

And his grace.

That flew so rapid,

Of his face.

He reals in vice.

And dwells in sin.

Yet race of life;

He hopes to Win.

This song had been

written by my father

Late Dwarika Nath Srivastava

"Dwarkesh."

This song celebrates

the spirit of life.It

provides inspiration

and solace.A noble

insight to make life

more meaningful.I

wanted to share it

with my friends.