RESTORE ME Restore me To myself Divorce me From perpetual death. Bathe me In fresh showers Under the summer sun. Take me To lands That speak of mystery Where the tongues Are given t leaves And songs to birds And little cicada sings Enlivening the valley With fresh sounds Across the mountains. Seize me From clutches of Concrete Give me suns That will melt The frozen seas Within myself. Durlabh Singh.