NEVER LET THE SECRETS DRIFT
KRS Murthy
Where did all my dearest dreams of yesterday go?
Had hid it secretly in my own colossal sand castle
Born to many hours of labor of love, day and night
Sun dipping down the horizon has been my witness
The dream castle I built was really very big and tall
Big strong fort I built around it made me a promise
Not to let any friend or enemy to come inside or prowl
Promise I heard when I mixed all the sand for the fort
With sea shells, fish bones, and stones, small and big
Glued them with my own spit, hopes and secret wishes
Tender kiss and a secret whisper to every handful of sand
Will never utter the secret, as dreams are meant to be ours
Never to be told to any soul, however close, it may pretend
For any reason at all, and not even the colorful butterfly
Never the pretty birds that chirp all day at each other
Birds have never known at all the art of keeping a secret
Do not let the innocent looking buds know your secrets,
For they will open to blossom at dawn and let the bees
Bees will always buzz all your secrets away, to each other
While visiting from flower to flower in the whole garden
Many times wander to all other gardens around the forest
Not even the ants following each other up and down the trees
"A secret that is let out to drift is no more a secret"
Guard it from everyone who may try to eves drop on the mind
As my mother always used to say, as I sat sad on her lap
When my mind drifted away to fly with the dream angels
Seeing my face looking down, and couple drops in my eyes
"Never let your soul cry when your dreams wash away "
When the tall waves flirt with the shore to kiss the sand
Quietly recede as if nothing ever happened, to come again
Many of your dreams are meant to remain only as dreams
For they are your own secrets, in your soul, to treasure
For they are purer and prettier, like a virgin, unseen
Hide it, and guard it, to quietly let it all wash ashore
Back into the vast ocean that hides everyone's secrets
The secrets anyway really came from the depths of the ocean
ಅವರು: ಯಾರ್ರೀ ನೀವು? ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಖದೀಮನ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಾಣ್ತೀರ? ನಾನು: ನಾನ್ಯಾರು ಅಂತ ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ ಖಂಡಿತ ಹೇಳ್ತಾಯಿದ್ದೆ. ಆದರೆ, ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ! ಖಾದಿ ಹಾಕಿಕೊಲ್ಲೋ ಖದೀಮರಿಗಿಂತ ನಾನು ಕೆಟ್ಟದಾಗಿ ಕಾಣ್ತೀನ? ಕದ್ದು, ಕದ್ದು ಕನ್ಯೆಯರನ್ನು ನೋಡುವ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಮಾತ್ರ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಜಾಸ್ತೀನೆ ಇದೆ ನನಗೆ. ಒಬ್ಬಳು ಹುಡುಗಿ ಹದಿಮೂರು ಮೈಲು ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದರೂ, ನನ್ನ ಎದೆಗೆ, ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗಿ ಹೋಗತ್ತೋ, ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮ ತಿಳಿದು ಹೋಗುತ್ತೆ. ಆಗ ಪ್ರಾರಂಭವಾಗುತ್ತೆ ಡವ ಡವ.
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