4. Migration Poem by Bose Perumal

4. Migration



The winter sets into our lands;
The brooding birds flock into bands,
Flapping wings into seasonal journey;
Up we go with natural harmony. 4

All through the day; we must vibrate,
Youth or old; we do not get desperate,
Nothing can come in the way as barrier,
Not even the cyclone stops our career. 8

The Ural range is so clear below;
The hill-tribe’s life serenely flow,
Euphrates the cradle of forlorn civilization,
Comes to view with pristine clarification. 12

The range of Himavat blooms ahead,
Once it was the abode of God’s head.
The Indus, Ganges starts from the bed,
People below are busy making bread. 16

Look at that large white dome,
That holds the eternal love’s tomb.
Warm is the day; Calm must be the bay,
Shall we fly far into the fields today? 20

Form the squadron of nature’s pattern,
We are not far from our breeding garden.
The lake reflects our images dear,
The prize to all those who dare. 24

Dear child it was here you were born;
Tomorrow let us enjoy the day’s dawn,
Learn to build the nest; Catch your fish,
Be careful to avoid the poacher’s dish. 28

We like to brood and breed,
We love the freedom of deed. 30

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