i am the sound of bell
tinkling in numbers above the heads
with prayers offered to God almighty
and wind gives me touch of jewels
i am the flow of the river
the water; my body and mountains' tear
(to them)i wish farewell and desire the union
with ocean great , to meet my fate
i am the vision of the zenith
towards depth of the valleys
they have treaures , it seems to me
i feel the space till those pandora's boxes
i am the rising of the sun
giving light to lively earth
accepting worships from the land
in the morning, who thanks me to dress it bright
i am the shadow of humans
very ugly to have thier backs
very happy that they shun me the evil
and face the light and move ahead
i am the morsel offered.
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