Take Me To You
Degnath Acharya
Washington, USA
We keep our eyes in the way
Counting pleasures of the bygone ray;
We’re now out of the frying-pan into the fire,
And nobody has been the listener!
Since eighteen years passed fugitively
Yet we’ve been waiting filthily;
No man shall be down-to-earth to us
Unless we be the responsibility of our findings.
Take us to you for there’re fineries
We shall often enjoy with the earliest melodies
Let’s find ourselves the source of happiness,
And find favour-the way towards peace.
Take us to you there’s our lung-power
And provide us with the lost luster and shelter!