Firm control over the mind
Tranquil in heat and cold
We feel nature is kind.
Nature is our mother
Vagaries cannot bother
Keep us alive is ‘weather.
Human’s pain pleasure
Honour and dishonour
For the betterment ‘measure’.
Dark clouds and torrent rains
Sun strokes jolt feeble brains
Visions get grains of gains.
Unknown value of heat
Causes rains to grow-to feed-
Fruits, vegs, herbs, rice and wheat.
As the people presume
Severe heat devours lives
‘Time is fixed’ Don’t you assume?
Noble Souls, through dust and heat,
Darkness, depth, hard and tempest
Rise from disaster and defeat.
Nature’s bounties replete
Those are pulpy and sweet
Savour grandeur of its feat.
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