Trickle stream, trickle stream,
A rain drop bullet,
And a finger light beam…
Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Death lullaby of cricket,
And a monster’s sweet dream…
Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Everyone sang you a wishful song,
But lonely moth drank Devil’s cream…
Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Born on this window sill,
Tell me your name and
where you bound this spring?
Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Also let me know my dear,
Who do you read?
The tear on the pallor
Or the laughter evergreen…
Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Let me rest on your flowing seam,
Stranger to sorrow,
drenched in it, I gleam…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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