Patches of Green

High wind has blown away the sky

Waves of mutiny have not yet died down

Days have shouted into the collapse of nights

Will the dark days ever be smiling on their face?

Patches of green still peeping into the silent valley

All have left home in search of life

Loneliness ravaging in stark haplessness

All have fallen at the feet of Mother Nature

Will she smile on these hapless creatures?



She never assures

She never scares lesser mortals

She only consoles all souls with heavenly bliss

So, why so flurry, brethren, why so flurry?

Do not you hear the voice that shows you the way

Do not you see the green patches of hope?

Come, boatmen, do come

Hold your fort and the storms will be away

The water will be the shiny way to reach the shore of your life

Your boats will never run aground against your fate

And Mother Nature will sing songs of river for you.