O Wet Dark Clouds Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

O wet dark clouds, sailing sluggishly far above in the skies!
I am the small seed embedded in the soil of Mother Earth-
As if in a deep swoon with parched lips and a flaming desire
To sprout and sing and joyfully dance in the swaying breeze.
Sprinkle a few drops out of your massive treasure of rain;
Moist my thirsty lips and raise the dormant life-spark in me!
Mother Earth would gladly open its womb to my tiny leaves;
Long has been my penance for rebirth and release me into life.
I have heard that the world is beautiful and the sky marvellous

And the songs of birds mellifluous and their flights enchanting.
O bless me the kiss of the golden sun and the graceful moon!
In return will colour the world with my flowers of mixed hues.
O the life-blessing drops of heaven, pure pearls of the clouds
Descend on Earth to startle the life in me before you leave!

- -sundaram chandrakalaadhar