Shreds of clouds
In a summer sky
Dancing with drizzle
Rainbow in the horizon
Glint of attraction invites
While I was crooning
By the farm along with
Soft mist of:
The monsoon.

Sky speaks
A vague language
Murmuring golden mist
Into the valley, sun arrives
Uttering divine: the mystery.
Blows of irregular thoughts
Hacking my brain,
And it says: belong where
The moment calls you.

Whistling wind
Through the forest
Arrives me whispering:
Human heart is getting deserted
Humidity is lost and getting dry.
How long do I spring
When you do not have
Any sympathy for me.
You are nothing
In my absence.

How long!
Do you exploit me
To become modern.
Think where you are living?
Who is letting your grains grow
Where the air is coming from?
One day I will not be able
To control your pillage.
You have not realized
The price of my rage!
How you are deviating
The track, even being
A part of me.

Oh! Mankind
Don’t let me wane
Listen to me carefully
And envision my value for
Who is god and who is nature
Himalayas slowly losing
Their dress of ice.
Water towers are melting
The source of life!
Again oh! Mankind
When will you send?
Your eyes!
For the last look of life!