Birds zoomed new wings to find
What song was that in the morning
Brought by the soft musical wind?
Flowers became fragrant with it,
High the birds zoomed new wings to find.
Ideas crowded rushed with zest,
Colours which weren’t there in the white;
Legends of words raced on pages
Tomes and tomes of triumph to write.
Multi-layering of silence
Shaped exquisiteness of the lyre;
Entered in unheard melodies,
So many in the fame’s desire.
To smile beauty needed no form,
Known had stepped out from the Unknown!
Anonymity unfolded,
An astonishment in life grown.
O Song of Love, divinely born!
Death you need no more in our world;
Blow the trumpet, O tall Hero,
For the prize of orange and gold.
9 June 2026
Featured Image: Supramental Sun in the Mother’s Garden
RYD on Facebook today: Photo taken by Ramaswami Subramony


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