Sonnet 7 Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Through the leaves of the giant oak tree
When the wind whistles a lonely song
Never said, “I am coming, welcome me”
For it knows to the world it truly belong
Did the river that through the hills and plain
Giggle its way, so full of mirth
And in its majestic flow, stop to explain
Why am I here, what is my worth
Did the silky rays of the morning sun
While dancing on the early morning dew
Ever pause to think, “what have I done
Shouldn’t I be doing something new”
As true as the sun, river and the gentle breeze
The love of a dear friend, would never ever cease