Month: June 2019

The flowers are laughing.

They got a cleanser.

It is none other than,

The bliss, pure water.

All got equally,

Because it is rain.

They are all beautiful,

All are known to men and women.

They will swing with moist air.

When it will be nodding to and fro.

All colours we got from them.

All smiles together,

We will sing again,

For rain and rain.

Adios!

The Moist Soil.

After the first shower,

For half an hour,

The smell of the wet soil,

Reached my nose.

It reached my heart.

Ah! You are there.

I know the smell.

It is my dear.

I felt refreshed.

I know that old scent.

A light emotion which the earth only can make.

It is the milky way.

It is the old purity.

What is still there,

Under a veil of all greed and dust.

I know God cares.

Adios!

I Bless you my dear sky,

You are benevolent.

You warned us of calamities.

Last four days,

You were dark grey.

The clouds were packed in stacks.

When broke,

Was a huge thunder.

The shower came,

All bowed to it.

I ran to the window.

And cool air with sprinkle of water.

As if I could feel the snow.

Now rivers will flow.

Tomorrow, even sun may glow.

If cloud does not cover….

It will be a blinking show.

Adios!