The first wind of rain,
Brought the edible aroma of muddy sky,
With birds running for shelter,
I saw children with a beaming smile.
Leaves deserted dirt amidst wet blows of air,
Flowers giggled, a magnificent scene to glare,
As I walked through the green tunnel of embracing trees,
A misty wind caressed my dry cheeks.
A relief I saw in somewhat weary eyes,
From the daily rush, sticky-sweaty lives,
The crease of the forehead turned into curves of the dying lips,
A stint of bliss was poured from the burning sky.
Alone in my thoughts,
Questioning my conscience,
Is My everything and my true love, lost?
Is this life, a curse to me or I am not just living to its most?
Bewildered in my thoughts,
On a cold lonely bench,
There, I saw a squirrel,
Trying to pull one peanut, to some height,
Maybe on the top.
Each time it reaches half way or so,
The nut slips down,
Run down to the ground,
As it was its only stop.
The squirrel was small,
Maybe it was a child,
But the efforts of it wasn’t less,
Efforts as one of a giant.
My weary eyes smiled,
Learnt from this little life,
My efforts are less,
There is no mistake of my plight.
I walked again, but now towards the squirrel,
It jumped, ran behind and looked from fearing eyes,
I picked the nut and put it to some half way height,
I walked back to my path again,
With a faith in my heart and shine in my eyes.