Nothing can stop the
act of gravity,
The rain pours and
passes through a lot of variety.
The silt is smooth and
it dissolves undoubted,
Discarded seeds are
ready to be sprouted.
Sleepy beings rise
from their hibernate,
Every green finds a
place to build its own net.
Even the toughest rock
will gather some moss,
Cavities of the green valley
will get a neat floss.
Lazy streams will roar
and bulge,
Every little being
will start to indulge.
A few are searching
for a shelter to hide,
The bolder ones jump
for a river ride.
Terrains and mounts
are in a cleansing mode,
Clouds are swelling
and shedding its load.
Nature takes a cover
of misty blanket,
Flora is wearing a
droplet stud bracelet.
Sun takes a quick and
timely off,
Coming back again with
a rainbow to show off.
When it rains it pours
and it is a wise thing,
The ugly hate and sorrow
needs to be cleaned.
On such a pretty day I
open my arms,
My soul is releasing
all its murky qualms.
--Yogita Ratnaparkhi--
--Yogita Ratnaparkhi--
