Chirping in Its melancholy
Cajole in Its beauty
A bliss intervened with drops
The song of nature
As sudden splashes make way
for trampling cruel flow of life
The busker of divine, stands still
and enjoys the beatitude that
The moment captures by...
seeing all thats flowing,
from heaven above
The sweetness that we have long forgotten
The divinity thats all we have!
Tip.. Tip.. Tip..
Confusing. Caressing. Camaraderie.