coming like clouds readily.
With time they slowly gather,
conspiring - I guess rather.
Many days of rain and thunder,
the Sun peeps in end of blunder.
With its strength the Sun,
stays behind the clouds for fun.
It is testing times, hard times,
I'll pass it with rhyme and chimes.
The wind with dust fiercely rises,
mostly sorrow sometimes surprises.
The blazing and the roar,
testing my patience in furore.
It settles again with a dead calm,
with the world again in my palm.
What an wonder to behold,
I have seen the Sun rise in gold.
I have watched the dawn in pink,
Colorful! Isn't it amazing when you think?
The leaves in the wind flutter,
tiny insects in the tree holes clutter.
The moon behind the clouds pass by,
the child in me heaves a sigh.
Flowers !! Red, green, orange and blue,
the beauty of nature is for all of you.
In the scorching heat; In the chilling rain,
I remember nature down the memory lane...
PRASENJIT©2025
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