Hira Lal
I am the oldest son of earth,
I am the highest son of earth,
I am the whitish son of earth,
I am the beam of sun & earth. Whether I am remain firmed,
However, I see whole world,
Freeze my blood at always,
My white colour shine by sun.
Whether I am living alone,
However, lovers go about,
But as soon as they call on,
My barren land grows sleet,
My shape is too dangerous,
Yet, spiritual love my mystery,
And come over for devotion,
Some bring out my cemetery.
Breeze my sister feel out me.
Who stayed with me always,
Our mother earth care about,
Our father bring up while day.
Hira Lal is fond of reading poems of William Wordsworth, particularly concerned with nature and love.
