First
Drops Of Nature's Love
© S K Iyer
Dark clouds travel on the winds,
Toward mountains,
behind dry fields,
Plants bow before mighty wind,
Dust fills the air,
shielding the sun behind,
Sky hides behind the clouds,
Whole village
merrily dances
To welcome the season's first shower
Of the nectar the
nature's favour.
Clouds kiss the mountain heads,
So tender are their
hearts,
In the mountain's mighty arms,
Melt away, in love, the
clouds.
The first drops of pouring love,
Fill the earth's heart with
love,
Arouses the scent of wet soil,
And peasants get ready to
toil.
The seeds wake up from their long sleep,
Eager to break their shells
and leap
Into the fresh world of foliage,
To double the beauty of the
village!