While turning the pages of my old diary, my eyes ran over this poem, i had written way back in 1994.
Thought of sharing it with all..
On the canvas of earth,
nature moved its strokes,
to bless us with,
rain, to rejuvenate freshness in life,
river, to smooth en the tough terrains,
sea, to join the ocean of warmth,
a place, which incorporates all shades of nature,
a place, overflowing with love, peace and selflessness,
a heaven, called your lap.
Thank you mother !
It was my mothers birthday when i wrote it for her..