ROCKING CHAIR

1.
I'm becoming young again.
I've crossed the river,
The mountain side;
Have found out, the life
Holds the things,
We tend to lose
When we stride.

2.
A little girl is standing on the window pane,
Lights, yellow lights are falling on her
Like the drops of rain.

She has seen a girl growing up.....
Has seen,
A woman struggling in her pain:

An old lady is sitting under her winter shade.
A lady is knitting wool under the sun;
Rhythm of the rocking chair
Blends with the rhythm of her moving fingers.
People visit her.
She visits them.
But, now??

3.
In this mid hour of the day,
The earth seems to be green again.
She can see the squirrel, running by;
It comes and goes
Amidst the crowd of rose.

4.
The grass is smiling, warm,
Afternoon still has the smell of the purple charm.
Light of twilight and dawn are still the same.

The little girl does not know,
What lies there,
Beyond the mountains of snow.