Falling Leaves
When you wake up on a cloudy morning, And feel the coolness set your skin burning, When fortune plays a rhythmless tune, And beyond dune is yet another dune. When you can no longer bear any more, And there’s still
Effort
What impresses most of us is a soaring kite, Displaying to the wind its unsolicited might, A kite is a piece of paper the slightest wind can ruffle, Yet it survives, because of its incessant struggle. The sight of a
Dewdrops
Glistening dewdrops herald the vibrant new morn, And on its incessant tour, the sun is again born, Fascinated, I reach for a leaf with a delicate hand, And as if by instinct, the dewdrops slide down to a thirsty land.
Butterfly Dance
You look up and see a butterfly fluttering, As from flower to flower it goes nectar-seeking, Similarly, each one of us has a distinct role, Fulfilling which we must set our sights on a higher goal. Just like the different
Be Yourself
The eagle flying high above feels the burning heat, That caused the scars on a man walking bare feet, However the sun doesn’t hide its brilliance behind a cloud, Just because people in a desert, move around in a shroud.