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, When plight would change to wisdom mellow, and nature will start resurrecting and posthealing. I am sitting, watching the heavy intense rain nothing can be seen nor heard Now vision has become so blurred overpowered by pain that nature cant be seen as it was but is being transformed to hazard. The droplets of rain as they touch the grou