POEM- One Day in May

                       One Day in May
                                             (poem)

               Even in mid-May, monsoon rains
               Such as a pole it rains ceaselessly,
               and the cities are sinking deep
                into the tent of dense mist

               From above the heaven of the heavens
               roaring thunders run sliding
               sharp lightning dances to it
               Before a gust of playing of Mother Nature,
               the earth polluted by the greedy
                is going through purification ritual

               Like a tall dignified meta sequoia tree,
               nature returns to its own place,
               to its own right seat

               and in the grace and the power of it
               our lives on earth going on and on...