Transgression

When the parched  earth heaves a sigh,
To the blue,she looks up for a few drops,
Her throat dry and rasping, her muted cry
To the clouds sent,hovering over the snowy tops...

When the dry eyed earth's silent pleas,
Scream through the gaping cracks,
From behind the mountains a cloud peeks,
Others,he gathers and rush like wolves,in packs.

The sun makes way for the tumbling skies,
He,sometimes peeps ,sometimes better off hidden.
The wistful wind howls,drowning the earth's sighs, 
The  rain clouds drop silver coins, unbidden.

The trees that were listless and drooping  
As if touched by a magic wand ,
Now,stand tall swaying,their leaves dripping,
Life infused with a fluid music,of an unseen hand.

Crows,sparrows,pigeons and parrots,
Some between the leaves,some on the branches,
Hopping,chirping,cooing,or perched  on the turrets,
While some curl up dry ,lest the rain their fur drenches!

The watery moon rides the cloud,
To listen to the tale the glistening night narrates,
The river swells,waves rise and roar aloud,
The gurgling brook ,in the air reverberates!

The  clouds, a poet's muse,
The rain ,a lover's refuge,
The crashing thunder, an earthling's tears
The jagged lightening, evokes beautiful fears.

The nature at her benign best,
 She, in varied colours dressed,
Then why her ire do we incur?
Is it for our sins that we heap on her?

Who's shredding her to pieces?
Whose anger unabated, is seething ?
There must be someone who never ceases, 
Till he's seen His canvas all red and bleeding ! 

                                                                  Chandni
   

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