Clandestine Talk

A wave surreptitiously tells many a thing to a shore The petals of a flower are kissed by the sun secretly A gust of wind whispers to heat Come with me I have many things to show I think I should not be left far behind And I am not a fool to say This is my turn and I have to say something Rather, I ran off from my turns though many things I had to say Today has come that opportunity Please, lend me your ear I will tell you something very rare And that too in a voice, sotto As a candlestick tells fire Or a piece of stone to another Be a spark, I am here like water, very thirsty Let my bud bloom I will make you a nightingale While I will burn, you will be a vapour bird A wax cloud dripping down to rise to sing together And bring pearls from the bottom of divine life, diving.