O Lord! It is raining!
the diamonds, pearls and stones,
all over the holy moor,
long miles away for the rare smiles.
Green, green and greenery,
the green lives blush,
the jolly creature on the tree,
happily hopping hanging its tail.
Under the Banyan tree,
the tea venders settle,
warm, fluffy scarf on the souls,
sipping smoothly the fragrant freshness.
The pure marbles fall upon,
the fragrance of the soil roams and rolls,
crystal tears in the braveman,
satisfied, sacrificed and sacred cry.
The atmosphere blooms!
freshfull, pure and positive,
the setting sun sparkles and shines,
slowly and steadily the cool breeze calms.
Oh Lord! It is such a miracle,
colour camouflaging beauty of the nature,
the nature, the learn for all beings,
cool, calm, composed and pure.
Atharva Gadre 