After the storm has passed
Earth smells different,fallen trees,shaken soul
Nature had a significant role
Every morning I see her outside my window
Perched perfectly on that delicate pipe
She looks young and ripe
As she glances at me with cute curious eyes
This one drinks from a broken pipe.
Amidst this heat and storm,as inhumanity prevails
Drops of kindness,magic and compassion mysteriously sails
As she rejoices from each drop falling from that leaked line
It is indeed her pilgrimage,her holy shrine
Next morning when humanity again betrays her trust
She knows,this leaked pipe will quench her thirst
We are just running after delirious desires,delusions and ludicrous lust
For once,every day at this time
This leaked pipe,is her only place of trust
She can now fly again with hope
Atleast this storm gave her drops of water
Precious pearl for her thirsty soul
Divine knows,it provides for every role
She looks upward again,after the storm has passed
Shailesh Satire 