Talks of love and happiness |
SONG OF THE BABY LARK In a forest, there were many large trees Full of leaves, nests and larks Among them was a high tree full of foliage In that foliage of green leaves, was a small nest World of a lark family. Mother, father and the lovely baby lark. They lived there in the warmth of happiness The father flew daily and brought back food grains The mother flew daily and mended the nest The baby lark tried to fly and sang every moment Small and lovely she was, sweet was her voice Joy was her habit, pleasant was her company Most beloved she was among all larks She sang and sang and sang And they all lived together happily In those woods, wandered a soul It liked the baby lark very much It caressed her with it’s love and blessings And always listened to her singing with joy Soon the baby lark started flying She flew across the mountain and river Pang of youth filled her with new form of life She needed love, she was grown up Across the river lived the prince lark Alone, full of life and youth His nest needed someone to wait for him One day they met, and she followed her She came to his nest, and made it her new world And they started a new life, to live together Soon the nest was filled with joyous cries of lovely chicks But the baby lark was not happy, she would not sing any more The prince flew in high skies with other larks Came back without any grain, without any warmth While in his nest, he thought of other lovely larks And waited for next morning to fly again Baby lark was broken, Her craving for love turned in to tears of despair She would not smile, she would not welcome him She would not play with the chicks, she would not sing Life went on, nobody heard her pain One day the soul passed by her new home It saw her pain, it felt her pain, it was filled with remorse It remembered the small lovely baby lark and cried for her It went to her and adjured with the soft heart O lovely lark you own this small world He comes back to you, because he is yours Welcome him, fill this world of yours with your smiles Play with the chicks, fill this world of yours with joy Do not curse him, offer your love And he will come to you, all yours Keep hope in your breaths, hope till you breathe She wanted to be happy again, so she tried She welcomed him with smiles She played with the chicks Mended her nest with colorful feathers and lovely leaves Collected grains and served to all with smiles She cared for him, her chicks and her small world With longing to be happy again, she tried her best Ah, the days showed a change The nest was filled with joyous cries of the chicks He still flew in the high skies Now thinking of her and their small chicks Waited for his return to his small world Waited for the warmth of her smiles Waited for the joyous cries of their chicks In the mornings, he wanted to go out to bring home grains To come back home with something for his small world The nest was now filled with clamour of smiles, happiness and love The baby lark was happy again, she was living again She started again singing the songs Song of life, song of happiness, song of love She sang and sang and sang Her sweet happy voice was heard across the woods It reached to the wandering soul The soul caressed her again with its love and blessings Filled with fragrance of her happiness It moved on, along the winds. |