Like a million grains splashed across the floor,
For the sole purpose of the beauty of its sound
Rain drops splash across this barren earth
Sprinkling life, even heavens don't know abound
During winters, the Peek-a-boo behind the mist
Is the same played by the downpour of the heavens
Stretch my hand out to this hiding world
And then with mighty elation taken a twirl
Walk over the joyous river
I wish for the power, if there be one
With the rain drops falling on my face
Feel the world, I have always just seen
A mountain has sound god-like - the zenith reachers say
I wonder for the sound of the distant seas
Clouds over them once joyously played
Amidst the path of endless joy, I look to the heavens
And thank not the Gods, omnipotent and all
But the life spirit of the cloudy pranks
Which always thrill all
3 comments:
well... I quite liked this post, not because of the theme, or the rhyme scheme, or the words... I liked it because as i read it, the combined effect of all these factors put together made me travel to the joyous rivers and the mighty mountains and the blue skies where clouds play... I could "feel" the poem.. Well done!
beautiful...and fresh! luvd it! :)
@ JOJO, thats exactly how it was written ;)
@ Maverick, :)
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