To whomsoever it may concern,
My songs are for you to discern,
To wonder why I did what I do,
Know full well that I sing for you.
An offering absolute, in tune with Truth,
I sing for that tree which bears the fruit,
Against itself requiring no seed,
My words for thee, beyond a need.
Consonants resound within my time,
Playing true with Rhythm and Rhyme,
For me to watch alone and to discern,
My own Gitanjali, above all concern.