Up from the
gloomy sky
Down to the
waiting earth
Sometimes it
is like tear drops
Of loving
mother
Falling on
the head of infant
Sometimes it
is tear drops
Of the lover
To the cheek
of beloved
Filled with
rhythm of heartbeats
Sometimes it
is cool
sometimes it
is too hot
Many times
it was like
crying
little boy
Who lost his
kite in wind
Many times
it was a tune
From the lip
of clouds
Meditating green earth
Rain drops
Come to
awake the seeds
Come to
awake the spring back
Come to pat
the Sparrow
Come to the
lines of a poem
To make the
garden of thoughts
