I boarded the bus and hooked from the window seat to watch the probable rain and changing nature closely. Staring outside from that glass window I felt closer to the nature for the first time in this city full of pollution and traffic jams now. My otherwise volatile thoughts evaporated. All I could see was rain, clouds, wet roads and happy people. And the thought became subtle - with idea of getting wet in rain and then spending the evening with someone close.
Below are the thoughts I was sharing the window seat with, on that amazing experience of witnessing first drizzling in summer. Please excuse me for my rhyming :-) I am not good at it.
Oh, drops of first summer rain!
Pleasant aroma of drenched soil
there is eavesdropping on glass window
and music is striking chord within my soul
Oh, drops of first summer rain!
It couldn’t have been a better soothing effect
Dancing tree are expressing their gratitude
and sun is peaking from dark clouds once again
Oh, drops of first summer rain!
You felt like melted crystal from heaven
Is it God’s way of purifying our heart
Or washing away grief and sin.
Oh, drops of first summer rain!
Please become mightier and come again!
Though, drops didn’t grow heavier and it only drizzled, this first sight of rain in summer was enough to cheer up everyone. The rain also inspired me to have forgiveness and to see life in a new and fresh perspective.
Lovely poem re baba...baarish hui kya recently in the Bengaluru of today?? :D
ReplyDeleteha yaar,par bus jhalak dikhake laut gayi :)
ReplyDeleteVaah kya likha hai sir ji....ap to poet ho gae ;)
ReplyDeletewell expressed amit..enjoyed it
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