Myself To Thyself

Playing with the butterflies, squirrels, birds Embracing the fruits, flowers and seeds The identification then remains stagnant For quite some years Then with the members of the community Would like to attach Cling on and cherish them In the neighbourhood by the country Befriending, helping, empathising Expand the 'self' No more walls now A free, vagrant vagabond strolling past The villages, cities, continents Loving every face of man and woman Black and fair Rich and poor Feeling every creatures pain own miseries Healing their woes, agonies, malaises In 'summum bonum' and ecstasy All relations bound in a garland Of 'Humanity' Not a less or more But the centre of the core Of that radiating circle Whose centre is in the middle Without any circumference Just an atom in the world Still yet everything. It is a blessing to be born as a human And to count life's blessings Another conundrum Like counting the infinite stars in the sky SO FAR AND SO HIGH! It's a blessing to live happily together Amongst the beauties and bounties of nature A happy home with parents Siblings, relatives and friends..................... And to share with everone the joys and sorrows Thank you God for the world so sweet Thank you God for the food we eat Thank you God for the merry birds that sing Thank you God for everything. MYSELF TO THYSELF WRITTEN FOR THE CONTEST: PURE THOUGHTS ON NATURE SPONSORED BY JOHN FREEMAN