(I) Like birds in winter
Tucked in a snug nest
The are nonchalant.
Unobsessed
(II) I did not know
The earth was so soft
Before a woman came to me
And stopt
I did not know
The sky was so tender
Before the Gods of grace
Were pleased to send her
I could not think
The stars were so bright
Before she flashed
Her eye-lash light.
(III) Life seems to be like a placid mill-pond
Big boulders we need
To splash the smooth surface
And a commotion breed
Life seems to be like a monastic cell
Where phantom orders live
Let us break them- violate
We should never grieve
Life seems to be like a seething school cation
With weary bone-sucking tasks
But, unabashed truants let us be
From morning till dusk.