I the Man

I shiver in cold and curse the rain,
When the tree dribbles pelt and soothe the mud.
I shrink to self, shutting my eyes,
When a seed draw the bead to stretch its self.
I raise my brows and look for sun,
When frogs mumble merrily thanking the sky.
I cloth the coat and keep aloof,
When a worm knits wings to be a fly.
The rain subsides and clouds fly sides,
Then, the rainbow comes and smiles at me,
My eyes get wide and cast the bow.
The tree, the seed, the frogs and worm,
Mock at me through the rainbow light.
I the man now feel the shy,
And I the man now wait for rain!

Season

The arid flow of wind in summer,
is the vacuum I feel in your absence.

The fallen leaves by wind in autumn,
is the be-gone days of ours in wrangle.

The dampened smell of wind in monsoon,
is the pebbly eye of yours in love.

The fragrant fly of the wind in spring,
is the revered days of love we have.

As this wind blows carrying the scent of season,
I fly ahead carrying the sweetness of your touch.

I pass through seasons, the begot of time,
and I live through spirit, the flower of love.