She laughs when thunder comes
Shed tears with rain drops
Shouts and weeps in extremes
Smiles with the lust of cries
She sits by the pure Ganges
Who flows as her tears
She tries to speak,but swallen
She tries to cry, with innocence
And move towards the mist of peace
Dew drops wipe from her Meadows
Again thunder shakes her tiny soul.
Burning the bow of past
Turning the time of taste.
She moves beyond Vedas
As strong as her soul
She laughs to swallow
The resistance later
Without the fall of a lass
Without the fear of loss.
