Searching

.

 A lot of dignity 

 in my childhood song 

 I wonder where it's all gone

 so I'm searching.

 .

 I had smile in morning & 

 a flute in the afternoon 

 Then friends & relatives were near by

 everyone walked together. 

 .

The sweet paintings of

 my dreamy eyes...   

 they all disappeared 

 from me one by one. 

 .

 In the swing of tear & smile 

 my wooden horse used to run 

 Today my Veena of life 

 is wrapped in water waves

.

 Yet my dreams are looking 

 for own home.  

 All human shall be mine...

 none shall be strangers. 

 But my dreams

 looking for own house

 All people shall be mine 

 none shall be strangers.

.

[ N. B-

The Veena , also spelled vina comprises various chordophone instruments from the Indian subcontinent.

Veena has applied to stringed instruments in Indian written records since at least 1000 B.C.E.