From the edge of a lush green precipice,
Amidst the melody of singing
breeze.
There in waltz, rhythms lovely dame
Of the rains, in the vast sky
wide fame.
Caressing the hills with a gust of raining cloud,
And whip
rushing rivers that thirsty earth allowed,
For the earth is aroused with
seeds inside
Of life, to greet the thrill with her rainy touch
beside.
Breaking into a tango with the golden drops of dew,
Born out
of the sky’s basket weaved in rainbow hue,
At the gates of the earth in a
misty waltz gown;
With might of her smiling tears water lilies
drown.
Sun and Moon lost behind her aura that pulsates,
When sinister
desert for her presence meditates,
Gifting the greenery of the oasis as
blessing,
World rejoices along with her watery anklets ringing.
BY
(SMITA DEY TARAFDER)
