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Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
When the moon plays with the stars above,
When the violets whisper to the moss beside,
When the winds listen to the voice of trees,
When the stream talks to the listening rocks,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
You find me not.

    But then look into your lonely heart,
    You will find me singing a soft song,
     Whispering in the language of silence
      I will hold you with the hands of the breeze
      light up your night with the bright starlight
For I am that little voice in your heart.
I am lit by the warmth of your love,
I am sweetened by the sweetness of your sleep,
I am softened by your warm kisses,
I am scented by the perfume of your touch,
I laugh when happiness envelopes you
I whisper to you in solitude

But when grief comes with its warriors,
I am the raging storm that drives it away.


Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
When the moon plays with the stars above,
When the violets whisper to the moss beside,
When the winds listen to the voice of trees,
When the stream talks to the listening rocks,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,

You find that i walk step in step with you
For I am none but your soul.
You looked for me all around ut I was always within you.
I am the air you breath in,
I am the blood in your veins,
I am the beating of your heart,
I am one with you.

And when you realize this,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
Your Search Ends...

“Why God made little Boys?”

God made a world out of his dreams,

                   Of magic mountains, oceans and streams.

Of prairies and plains and wooded land,

                   Then he thought, I need someone to stand.

To watch the sunlight up the sky,

                   To see the nestlings, learn to fly.

To watch the squirrel hide her nuts, and

                    Hear the wind whistle its thoughts.

To chase a glow worm’s tiny lantern,

                    And steal all joy from nature’s cistern.

To watch a dove’s pristine plumes,

                    And dance to the river’s merry tunes.

To cower at the sea wave’s ruthless gyration.

                    And smell the dew kissed fragrant carnation.

So God made creatures tiny and nice and,

                    Put them in charge of Oceans and 7 skies.

After having created ‘Boys’ full of fun,

                    He thought “That’s a job well done”.

                                                     VIVEK PATTNAIK,