Those Grey Eyes

Crazy legs seek to wander away Leave it, come, let me return home  Tender hands, careful eyes, cups of tulips  Everything at hand, not available somewhere else You don't have larger freedom than the birds It's evening, it's best to come back home Shifting to places a lonely sparrow Roses and sunflowers with the family only  Why am I roaming from lane to bye lanes Should I not be gathering myself at home Wherever I go on a tour, the ocean or the hills  As darkness descends, I remember those grey eyes It is the garden, it is the river  Flowers and water never fail