Dance on my tunes, in Little beehive of Passion,
Bring me the news ,where i must Go to collect the next Bunch of Flowers,
for my offerings, in my sacred Temples,
so pleasing are the gestures, she Makes standing in front of a castle,
Announcing,celebrations of Spring,
In front of a Palace made of Flowers ,
where She roams around collecting ,shouting,
No not there come over here, I found some more,
Fairies of Nature Giggling, look at them each year they are so fewer than last year, ,
Oh i care for my Listeners,viewers, as as well as pleasure seekers ,
Of Wine merry making, in my Valley's,NEAR OR FAR,
How will I know who heard me,I shall keep trying ,
Tucking my hair with Wild flowers, as well as a wild Rose,
U help me choose, its all for you, I adjust my attire, sacred belt needs some more, flowers, fresh as dawn,
For you I dress up , each divine thought is just an admiration of you,
Let me get ready, Grind the Ibex horn , so i will paint My fore head and cheeks,
for you, in OLIVE OILS, paste,
U- Bugi Neither u understand me !-nor i will get your applauds ,
But u are here,so as always,I am Singing,a melody,for you,
I shall not dance with you as you are an out sider,
I love you though as my friend .
Tell my parents you are from the cities, where buildings are as tall as my small hills,
But they have no humanity left in them,no fresh Air, No open grounds to dance, the night away,
I found some where,Paying attention,some of them called GREENS-
That's worth while writing again,
Listening,Reading, interacting,
and the song was over, It left an impression, a small Sigh Of Relief in Hustle Bustle of Life,
The only the Lonely so u made us to be recognized,
So we shall remember you in the twilight zone,
In groups in clans recognition's of Human Kinds,,
Not to call us names, Chinks pinks blacks and Blues,
How humanity has progressed from Mud shelters, to sky scrappers,
From where would i know i am back ward, I gather flowers from the wild,
You, my fellow humans are Modern, u send Bouquet of Flowers, by the flora artists ,spend Money-
come dance with me, it is for free,flowers in my valleys are WILD*
may be i can teach you all a thing or two,
Long time ago u were all like me,Land of Milk and Honey,
We are all One Gathering Momentum to be recognised,
---------M.Bugi Poems in exile-----------
Bring me the news ,where i must Go to collect the next Bunch of Flowers,
for my offerings, in my sacred Temples,
so pleasing are the gestures, she Makes standing in front of a castle,
Announcing,celebrations of Spring,
In front of a Palace made of Flowers ,
where She roams around collecting ,shouting,
No not there come over here, I found some more,
Fairies of Nature Giggling, look at them each year they are so fewer than last year, ,
Oh i care for my Listeners,viewers, as as well as pleasure seekers ,
Of Wine merry making, in my Valley's,NEAR OR FAR,
How will I know who heard me,I shall keep trying ,
Tucking my hair with Wild flowers, as well as a wild Rose,
U help me choose, its all for you, I adjust my attire, sacred belt needs some more, flowers, fresh as dawn,
For you I dress up , each divine thought is just an admiration of you,
Let me get ready, Grind the Ibex horn , so i will paint My fore head and cheeks,
for you, in OLIVE OILS, paste,
U- Bugi Neither u understand me !-nor i will get your applauds ,
But u are here,so as always,I am Singing,a melody,for you,
I shall not dance with you as you are an out sider,
I love you though as my friend .
Tell my parents you are from the cities, where buildings are as tall as my small hills,
But they have no humanity left in them,no fresh Air, No open grounds to dance, the night away,
I found some where,Paying attention,some of them called GREENS-
That's worth while writing again,
Listening,Reading, interacting,
and the song was over, It left an impression, a small Sigh Of Relief in Hustle Bustle of Life,
The only the Lonely so u made us to be recognized,
So we shall remember you in the twilight zone,
In groups in clans recognition's of Human Kinds,,
Not to call us names, Chinks pinks blacks and Blues,
How humanity has progressed from Mud shelters, to sky scrappers,
From where would i know i am back ward, I gather flowers from the wild,
You, my fellow humans are Modern, u send Bouquet of Flowers, by the flora artists ,spend Money-
come dance with me, it is for free,flowers in my valleys are WILD*
may be i can teach you all a thing or two,
Long time ago u were all like me,Land of Milk and Honey,
We are all One Gathering Momentum to be recognised,
---------M.Bugi Poems in exile-----------
