The weeping stream

I know, I am a jungle stream
I know, I live for all the beings
Born in the womb with a pool of love
So I know nothing but pour drops of love.

The very first drops of monsoon rain
Breath me the life for another year
The grace of God and blood of pain
Make me alive, to pour yet tear.

Though I live a life for the beings
Though I live a life full of tears
The life of mine is just for beings
Yet I am happy and devoid of fear

The plants and birds drinks life from me
The fishes and beings find bread and wine
All I know to bring them a whole of me
With none to hide and none to be mine

The summer arrives to end my life
The drops of life will be taken from me
A time thus comes, hard to me survive
All I do is to shed tears, the rest of mine.

The birds and beings, the fish and plants
Drink the rest of drops of my life
Yet I shed the tears for them at last
But I am sad that none for me to love

Yet I have no one to care
Yet I hove no one to love
I am happy to born again
Just to love and live for the rest