Driven Unaware

The harp is tuned in the Bhairavi raga
and the Mridango plays to the beat of this aria
That blows my mind In an astral saga.

The wind sways on the wings of the flying bird
and touches gently my heart.

There are playgrounds near and far,
Local boys are playing all together
What magic plays altogether
in the sway of the life I wonder,
And in what quest my mind is driven unaware.