I Want To Live

I want live for the drowsy bird That looks at me like an old lover When the first ray of the sun slips Into my room through the curtains I want to live for the caring wind That lifts tuft my of hair as I come Out to sit on the verandah with a Cup of tea and watch the meetings And partings of clouds over trees I want to live for the fresh buds Trying to open up to the sound Of bees washed with varied hues And nodding to the calls of birds I want to live for all those souls Who smile at me when they go To the fields with oxen, ploughs And carts lifting dusts in streets And humming morning prayers I want to live