As i see the clouds, scattered in the sky..
I am amazed at their efforts, each time they pass by.
For some they are apprehension, for some romantically bright..
To me they are the darks, trying to turn light.
For they carry the water, with a roar, all the way..
And sprinkle the droplets, wherever they may.
They are peaceful and serene once their task is done.
But till the work is over, they wait for none.
Jhoomte mor, lehrate ped aur saundhi si khushbu se aaj jab meri need khuli..
To barbas hi bus ek chah iss mann se nikali..
Kaash ki ye baarish insaan ko bhi paak kar jaati..
Phir hum se bhi mitti ki si khushbu aati..!
Sunset is my favorite time, with my thoughts the orange color rhymes.
It not only speaks of God’s glory,but also says the whole days’s story`