in utter immortal throb br like a wingless bird you are flown br as if in deep penance br for human pain br br horizon is not the end that is your larger world br br golden may be the paddy field br but that shall not quench the yearnings of poverty… br starved human relations br br my children their feet on wooden broken bridge br to and fro br to and fro br too long but walk on br br the winglessness leaps up br they try to fly br br little lights from little homes by the deep forest br little lights from fireflies br br village folk sing songs br you along call the tune br br you are like the river kolong br silently flowing by the village kebang br br your tender finger knows how to hold br flute in your lips, br love cannot be sold br br sing on…songs are purer than what human say br live on…life in itself has power than what may br br br you sit on the broken bridge and watch the river flowing br it flows flows and keeps on flowing silently br it does not say anything br let us not say anything for what pain is br let life flow silently br for life knows how to live on br br ripples are going to become big waves br rivers deep sea br br you heard the river cry br and asked every wayfarer ‘can you hear the cry of the river’ br you heard me crying br then you heard the human cry br br dread not the fire br Feel the Invisible force br Never slay the love in you br br play on the flute my child br and reach for me br br a new sun br we shall gift this worldbr br lovita j r morangbr br