My Friend
My friend beckons me night and day,
monsoon and summer, Monday to Sunday.
He’s the sun, brightening our lives,
he’s the moon, sailing starry skies.
I meet him in the dense forest,
and on the high mountain crest.
He follows me down the river,
soothes me with heavenly shower.
Escorts me to the beautiful beach,
he’s the ocean so deep and rich.
He takes the form of magpie robin,
and the frogs when rains begin.
In falling almond leaves of autumn,
in the spring foliage of silk cotton.
In the melody of whistling thrush,
I draw him with my paint brush.
My buddy on the lovely meadow,
I see him in light and shadow.
In rustling leaves of peepal tree,
and in the butterfly carefree.
Friend, philosopher and guide,
there with me on every tide.
Brother nature at every destination,
Almighty’s loveliest manifestation!
-- Atul Sathe (© This content is under copyright. The writer can be contacted on atulsathe@yahoo.com )
monsoon and summer, Monday to Sunday.
He’s the sun, brightening our lives,
he’s the moon, sailing starry skies.
I meet him in the dense forest,
and on the high mountain crest.
He follows me down the river,
soothes me with heavenly shower.
Escorts me to the beautiful beach,
he’s the ocean so deep and rich.
He takes the form of magpie robin,
and the frogs when rains begin.
In falling almond leaves of autumn,
in the spring foliage of silk cotton.
In the melody of whistling thrush,
I draw him with my paint brush.
My buddy on the lovely meadow,
I see him in light and shadow.
In rustling leaves of peepal tree,
and in the butterfly carefree.
Friend, philosopher and guide,
there with me on every tide.
Brother nature at every destination,
Almighty’s loveliest manifestation!
-- Atul Sathe (© This content is under copyright. The writer can be contacted on atulsathe@yahoo.com )
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