Rain

A black blanket of low grey cloud,

a delightful dusk all around.

Waft of fresh and earthy smell,

A rainbow was formed by Sunlight and drizzle

Few pigeons have ventured out of nest

Little squabs are also flapping to their best

They took it all through their parched beaks

Tiny drops that branches leaked

Far off places are now opaque

Potholes on roads merged to a tiny lake

It drenched me and washed my soul

And rejuvenated me as a whole.

Wish I Could

Wish I could talk to sparrows,

And ask them whereabouts of their  cousins,

Wish I could shout at soaring eagles,

And ask how much my town has lost her greens,

Wish I could say this to a Pig,

That all ponds are made for you and buffalos ,

Wish I could ask to cows,

How many poly-bags they inadvertently swallow,

Wish I could say to stray dogs,

If they can count  piles of garbage,

Lets buckle up to clean up this town,

And bring back its glorious “Squeaky clean” days.