The rays that
pierce the Clouded Sky…
Challenge the reign of Sordid gloom,
And kindle the Hope for the day to bloom…
Rays
are they, far and wide they fly
Preaching
the dictum “Never Say Die…!!”
THY EYES scatter the same effect…
So
Fresh so Candid… Oh. My my …!!!
The
Rains that drench the arid planes…
Transform the Yellows into life plush green!
And quench the thirst of lifeless scene…
The
wait, The longing for this Monsoon..
Is
always worth for the rejuvenating Boon…!
The freshest dew and the rainy skies…
Are
nothing…nothing in front of THY EYES…!!!
