The bluest pearly womb of heaven when with summers meet
Her fearful tears wash all the dusty earthen street ,
Where I merrily give three glances upon seeing it’s tearful state
Too less then flowers fall, earth wears new gowns and hued hat.
It so often comes flying like flies
Where earth takes the holy bath
It serves the seeds of greenness plucked from good skies
Wisely escaping through the cloudy net and implants upon the earth.
The woeful hours of heaven who breeds the rough rains
Gives human hearts the eternal bliss
Steals from angelic spots the pearl like grains
And it gives life to all, before it beneath the wintery sun slips.
Copyright @Pabith Man Rai