Unusual is the origin of beauty,
it is strange always...
molten magma churns
the womb of the earth,
yet cool and peaceful sea
and green forests take birth;
lovely flowers bloom,
squirrels have the nuts
and the birds have the sweet fruits,
no one ever goes hungry and thirsty...
And seeing you move away in anger,
shall I be wrong to guess
your smiles to be angelic
and your eyes to be oasis
to quench the thirst
of this lone traveller?
