On a serene august twilight,
With a hint of mist in the air,
She sits by her window
staring into the auburn endlessness
and evening birds in their homely flight…
She gazes into the gloomy hazy sky
as a zephyr ruffles her jasmine scented hair
soothing her grief ridden soul and stupor
like sun in winter mornings glare…..
She turns the pages the of her life
And sees where s come
Although none of this was on her list
Yet this is wat it has become…
Still wid a grit in her heart
And a hymn on her lips..
She accepts all dat gods given
Without a sign of regret or grief..
The anklets on her feet tings on her stroll
to the dead silence before the storm
in her splendor does she enthrall…
the clouds begin to rumble
lighting up the sky in illuminance
as the almighty displays his wrath
hassling the air into turbulence…
Its love dat she s scared of
Coz pain s all dat she gets..
Though her hearts pure as gold
And soul peaceful as a dove..
Its betrayal that cowers her into woes manifold…
The heavens open their gate
Showering blessings of raindrops
Quenching the earth s thirst
With love never ending…
A tiny lil raindrop plummets on her cheek
Sparkling up her face like a pearl
Shivers run down her spine
Wid ecstasy she is filled
Turning all her constrain into candor
And distress into delight…
For her hearts pure as the raindrop
Compassionate is all she can be
So to the heavens she s obliged
For the raindrop to set her free…
-Jigar
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