Rain or shine
both come in a line
they are fine.
Shine or rain
both come without a strain
do not feign.
It is shine
emitting a deal of light
to a great height.
It is rain
flowing through the fields
The sunshine is bright they say
it is bright as always.
The sunshine is radiant they say
it is radiant as always.
The sunshine accelerates growth they say
it accelerates as always.
The sunshine is eternal they say
it is an eternity as always.
The sunshine nourishes they say
it is a nourisher as always.
The sunshine kills als they say
it kills when it is in excess.
The song of the sunshine is mellifluous
it is melodious as the sun.
To sing a song of sunshine
I need to shine myself.
besides the powerful sunlight.
A day begins with a shine
ends up in nine
sees a lot of turmoil
culminates in a coil
the expectations of the day
springs up in a way
as the day progresses in a velocity
the enthusiasm turns a curiosity
Would it be possible? One contemplates
nay, it only exists in a template
some say it is an effort all diligent
I say it is is an attitude reticent.
Yes, the day shines and fades
It is a beautiful May morning
the sun is in its full strength
could see the joy around in full length
the eyes of the children are sparkling
while they go up and down in the swing
they count the moves up to the tenth
they sigh and let out their breath
as they go high up all giggling
it is a pleasure to watch them play
not they know beyond that
a momentous rejoice it seems
an experience that stays for the day
not bothered of any other thing after that
peace transcends subtly in a seam.
I had a dream
it was full of gleam
wonderful fascination it was
but in a quick toss
the reality dawned fast
opening up in a cast
the place that came often
now shows up in a soften
which was beyond imagination
has suffered a repercussion
appears tattered and worn-out
famished and spent out
the streets look chaotic and shoddy
shine through with a gaudy
walls all black and mossy
the entire Manhattan bustles
with subdued ripples
the vociferous talk around
now assumes a weak sound
gone are the days of domination
financial district has lost the rumination
the spell spread a few years back
been there for almost a century in track
slips into a meek disoriented fade
a course none expected in the least
yet that be one of a fall in a heat
as Manhattan seems now in tone
a commercial entity without bone
Oh! it was a shock to me all along
as my stay ends up with this sad song.
Nature is bounteous
in rain and shine
the feel is tremendous
with the experience fine.
The rain copious
signals a thrive excellent
also a disaster when surplus
in the form of flood unpleasant.
The sun ever so kind
bathes the land with light
also fixes it in a bind
when it rages ferociously in sight.
Listening to music keeps me fine
taking the tense away with a shine
as I lend my ears to every line
my heart goes out to the words in nine
leading me to forget to dine
as I throw my soul into it in a bind
not knowing what is happening in a wind
I sit totally enraptured and become blind
not literally but metaphorically in hind
with a throb and an advance in kind
I lose myself to the nuances of music
Leaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.
If sleeping is busy
what else is not busy?asked my friend
Getting this thought in mind
wanted to obtain a find.
Sleep to me comes
when I know not.
I lie down in the morn
have a siesta in the noon.
take a nap at dusk.
sleep soundly in the night.
Work all day makes you busy I told him
Sweating and perspiring makes you dizzy.
Sleep all day makes me busy said I.
Refreshing and relaxing makes me shine.
Well that be my goal all through the days
and none need frown at me everyday.