Out for afternoon shopping
Got caught in a downpour
Slanting rains touched my shoes
Driving me under cover
In spite of the umbrella
Stood watching the falling drops
Washing the garden plants clean
Even the signboards saying
‘Water is life, save water'
Now, who is going to tell God?
I thought as I watched the little streams
Filling all the low places
Then joining together to vanish
In a bigger flow down the garden path
All that waste! Is it waste! !
Sparkling pure rain water
In a moment a muddy stream
God has His own laws
His own reasons, His own timings
His is the world and all that is in it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem