My Lovely-The Rains

In the beautiful morning I step ahead for the gorgeous day,
Mountains are so wet, clouds and the bay,
I am so dapper with the clothes so tidy;
Just like the childhood mom’s way.

Clouds are dark, breeze so gentle, they make their way,
The firmament pours the drops and the hay,
Rain Rain Water Water everywhere!
Nostalgic I remain of those old kinder ways.
When paper boats swept across the pools,
And school air plays the fools;
When Mom scolds on clothes so weary,
Dust and dirt from those prairies,
When hot swoops of tea and emeralds;
With pakoda feasts the mom’s best cuisines.

Hours fly, flowers die, new day’s new ways pass by,
Rains are back but those old days,
I remain wrenched with thoughts of clays.
Mamma, I might be far and farther,
But these rains reminds the good old days,
Rain Rain Water Water everywhere,
Hullabaloo across yet so nice are the days

Morning

Morning sweet morning- where have you been;
I strolled across the dark river bed in the darkness of night;
I searched you here, I searched you there,
But where were you Morning, I don't know where?
I kept weeping beside the shore so eerie,
Didn't know where to go and where's the prairie;
I sat there moon and blue, with the deafening silence,
Morning-then you came with the lights divine,
I start a new day with zeal that you are always mine!!!!!!!!!