<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Bird..Is Your Heart Parched ?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Bird..! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I doubt your heart would become parched<br>by efforts to roll your breaths into verses-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and raising your bills into the skies<br>pipe your melodies flooding the dawn....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the fountainhead of<br>the deathless springs of your music? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is the interwoven message<br>in your unbroken songs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it the shackles-shattering joy<br>with the birth of hopeful morn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it specially for the mornings<br>do your songs surge in waves? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or else, is it just for your songs<br>the morns arrive in hurried steps? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which angel exactly at dawn<br>daily unfailingly wakes you up? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is she that floods your heart<br>with sweetness and verve? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefrom do you steal the honey <br>dripping in your melodies? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If not, what swings in your small heart<br>is it a honey comb? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or else, is your heart itself<br>structured in the heavy honeycomb? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does your heart hold ' Paanjajanyam'<br>the mighty conch of 'Lord Krishnaa'? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is your wage for singing songs<br>for 'Lord Sun' at the temple of 'Day '? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is everyday of the year to you <br>the salary day of the month? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you decorate the golden wrists of dawn<br>full with the bangles of melody? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tactfully moulding the syrup of music<br>fixing a flute as its mouth...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to brighten the heart<br>lighting the lamps of tunes..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">does 'Mother Nature' create you<br>in her moments of ecstasy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you bound and brought the sun<br>by your musical lines, little bird? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, little bird, is the infant 'Sun'<br>delivered by 'Mother Music'<br>at the house of East<br>in the birth pangs of tunes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sundaram+Chandrakalaadhar">Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522349" data-title="Little Bird..Is Your Heart Parched ? de Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar" data-description="Little Bird..! I doubt your heart would become parched by efforts to roll your breaths into verses- and raising your bills into the skies pipe your melodies flooding the dawn.... Where is the fountainhead of the deathless springs of your music..."></div> </div> </div>

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