Balakrishnan .cherkala (kasaragod)
I brood my life
To hatch my pain
with warmth of my strain
I adhere to that pain.
I alone lay it for
service to others
I enjoy its beauty for,
It shines my feathers.
Pain would be tormenting
If,brood over one's self
Can't be it stood on the-
Flash of own comfort.
For a bath in shower of fragrant spring
You wait and struggle onwinter string.
I brood my life
To hatch my pain
with warmth of my strain
I adhere to that pain.
I alone lay it for
service to others
I enjoy its beauty for,
It shines my feathers.
Pain would be tormenting
If,brood over one's self
Can't be it stood on the-
Flash of own comfort.
For a bath in shower of fragrant spring
You wait and struggle onwinter string.
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