Why to wait for a hundred swallows
Being one of them,
Or still you go by the saying-
Single swallow does not make a summer?
Isn’t it a single centre?
That scatters its rays
To touch each dot in the circumference,
It is the lone early crow
Crows to wake up its brethren
It is the thought of the single mind,
That moves millions,
To construct an edifice called philosophy,
Isn’t it a single step?
That slices the distance of
A long journey.
Bewildered with swift performance,
On the beams and rings,
Once I asked a gymnast,
How can you make your body jump,
So lightly so high,
She smiled with beaming eyes,
And said, make your heart jump-
Your body will follow.