Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A Battle For Survival.
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A cold grey day in the middle of spring,
A rainy winter, in the month of April!
Mother Nature couldn’t make up her mind yet,
Which tune to play or which instrument.
The sun is defeated by the clouds;
Dim and dense, mercilessly put her out!
“I must be there” said the sun,
“I am bound by commitments:
Buds to flourish and fruits to ripe,
I cannot just let them down”.
Heartlessly, the black clouds
Kept gathering around,
Till her tears deluged the trees,
The rivers and the fields.