On a monsoon dawn, in countryside…
kindness of bliss: pouring down.
The rattles of trees…. the murmurs of leaves….
Blowing spray of heavenly benevolence….
The smell of rain and thundering clouds-
Announcing the arrival majestically.
On a rain wretched pit, in puddle of slush-
a miserable puppy- deep in sorrow
Hungry ….Tired… and chilling cold..
facing squarely -the unknown fate!
Shaken to heart …
by the night that passed:
Frightened to core-
all alone.
Shivering… soaking…and sobbing..
Deeply missing
the warmth of her mom.
On a stimulant to thirst of breathe
Weighed down, though, by her waning chance:
The puppy just tried one last time-
Only to drop-
into foregone doom.
Sinking…drowning…
and fading away
Concluding a life: not yet lived
Then comes the hands stretching down..
Consoling and reassuring-
radiating the mercy of lord !
On that monsoon dawn, in countryside:
resurrected to the refuge of raincoat,
and awaken to depth of kindness
the puppy gazed at her saviour
and
realized that the God is still alive!
