17.LISTENING TO THE RAINDROPS

Listening to the raindrops

Still I wish to be a child,

An innocent bud, smiles mild,

Wonders at the sky, wide

At the stars shine,hide.

Listening to the clarion call

Still I wish to be a bird,

A skylark whose chirp is heard

While it flies high and high

Up in the cloudy blue blue sky,

  And still I wish to be a drop

  Of snow, shines in hill top

  Where thin streams peep peep,

  To flow downwards steep, steep.

Listening to the raindrops

Still I wish to be a rain

Of honey to fill again, again

The petals withered, dried

In dreams everyone wish to abide.

Listening to the clarion call

Still I wish to be a shore

Near a sea,the cradle of lore

Where waves curl to embrace

Sands,shells and pebbles with grace.

And still I wish to be  engraved

In your heart,oh! God! Enshrined,

As glowing emerald,enveloped,

Always entailed and enhanced.