No chants from temple
Can be so healing,
No sight at morning
Can be more appealing,
Then, rising from slumber
To watch the gentle caresses
Of first rain drops
Trickle down
To meet its mother Earth.
She welcomes her child
Back from vacation.
Stretching her arms wide ,
Embracing it with warmth and love
Soaking with pleasure
At the rebounding.
What more can I ask for O Lord!
When the aromatic smell
Of this aesthetic meet
Welcomes me
To a lovely morning!
By Binita Jha
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