In Rhythm with God

A gust of wind

passes by me.

In the eerie evening of autumn,

The trees swirl for me to see

Their dancing in felicity,

the delectation all along,

The leaves swinging in motion,

In the melody of the song.

Whilst the clouds above wait,

In the rhythm of the song they flow;

Darkness descends amidst them,

To shatter rain below.

The tiny droplets,

Are they cheer or pain?

Why do clouds weep

Down the lane?

As the cool breeze touches past me,

And I stand there by-

All relish the pelt

It is just I who sighs.

The silhouette of my anguish

is created by the rain;

The portrait is clear,

But none understand- all in vain!