ചിന്തകളുടെ ചവറ്റുകൊട്ട

THE DREAM The golden rays of the setting sun Strikes my cold face. And not only my eyes, also my tears Of great joy shines in these sun rays. The evening Manali breeze Threatens to freeze my body. But not enough cool to freeze A heart which is warm of love and joy. Little bird chirps from the east Such a sweet melody. As is my little boy's giggles Happy in his mothers hands. White little dusts of snow Rains from the heavens up high Just to add beauty To my charming little home. I see a little butterfly Floating through my gardens Kissing my red roses Oh I know they are sweet. The falling leaves are so silent Peace and love is all I see All along the narrow road That leads through my apple trees. How sweet do they look, my apples Red and green and yellow Oh I should say one thing They taste sweeter than they look. Some times i wonder Is this the heaven on earth And am I the king of it With my queen and my prince. I almost got blend in th