Comments about Tajudeen Shah
Nature Vs Man
Rustling over the dense green
And driving off a day's sheen,
Comes here the dark rain
That might flush all the plain.
The Pilot's show of impudence
Causes massive turbulence
On buds cute and chaste,
Pouring flakes of frost.
Knowing not the fated spot,
On wings of brook they float;
Blooms and pollen, leaves and sprout,
Blend in bubbles, swim and gloat.
To Nature, a fall too is celebration,
To Man, even a win is frustration.
A Blessed Fate.
The first raindrop on my nose tip
Landed after her long-fated trip!
A crystal crown at first-fall emerged,
And many a rainbows blossomed!
Sending chill shivers into my sinews,
Marrows, veins and soul centers,
Made my eyes seal and arms raise
To the heavens, sending prayers
For her, me and surrounded mates!