The wind blows mild;
You must have inhaled it once,
For, it never has conveyed until now
Such sweet fragrance.
The clouds are agitated like kites;
You must have seen them once,
For, in such a calm clime
Wherefore do they so fast dance?
The tress are hugging each other,
You must have once sat leaning on them,
Or, why should they be
So agile & game?
The road has flowers strewn on it.
You must once have thought
Of coming through this way,
Or, why is the road with so happiness fraught?
The bird seems inject with power,
You must once have caressed it
For, the bird has flown all day
Without any want of a leafy seat.
I can’t shoo my thought-birds away;
You must have loved me once,
For, every time I want to be myself
I become you, as I get no chance.