Sighs and tears of man I witness, br The annals of life I too share. br Voices of humanity I do clearly hear br To distant dales I always carry a dream. br br Whispering tales of love I can narrate, br Whimpering tales of life I can describe. br Between the worlds of darkness and light, br I have read enough of life and script. br br Near a temple in a solemn field, br I am perching in the native haunts. br Under the sprawling shades, in gentle winds, br I have seen seasons and beyond. br br Umpteen hands have poured in their treasure, br To umpteen generations I was their heart and throb. br But, in the forging winds of e-mails br Footsteps continuously recede, br Only singular taps and voices remain.