Poetry On Table

                                                                 ESSENCE OF RAIN                                                                           I  was standing under the roof Still I got wet arms, Maybe, this is the reason I get included aloof In the matter of swarms. All of a sudden,  I was startled  To see sunshine transforming into thunder, Humanity had taken a new form Maybe mankind has caused such a blunder That nature suddenly changed to cold from bright and warm. I wonder when would the rain end and leaves would fall in the weather yellow, Everybody would be extricating and free wheeling...