Dedication to The Heart-throb of Poets
We were conceived inside a cloud,
up in the sky and thundering loud,
enjoying my flight in unending space,
over-viewing oceans with smiling face.
When the earth is hot and weather dry,
No relief around and everyone cry,
Like all the mothers, my mother is kind,
delivers us quickly with a lightning sound.
The shining raindrops make a chain,
like bogies of the express train,
to reach our destination on the earth,
to cool and quench its unending thirst.
Receiving a gracious welcome on the earth,
Feeling elated being a boon & not the curse,
Sitting on the petals like colorful dewdrops,
Having the shortest life but on the top.
Copyright ©2008 Suresh ChanderSharma