Nature and Me On the Riverside

When I appear there Nature seems to Dance and dance and dance, When I disappear she is prone to Weep and weep and weep. Withdraws all clouds from sky to set a Splendid scenery, So that me rising from the river Afresh may there espy. Whether it sun or shower or snow or Storm, when I arise To set my arms, the setting Sun Certainly will be there. Women who go to the river for bathing Choose my choicy time, So that there they may bathe in warm and Yellow sunshine time. Now here a plant blossoms and blooms and Soon another there, Here Spring is reappearing, with her Bring all beauties back. Nature is dancing with her rhythmic Steps and divine smile, Why can't I row a boat here swaying To and fro on waves? The valleys wear their flowery carpets, And the mountains are Once again clad in colours, such this Sylvan scene is set. White cranes are there always on serene Haunted islets sit, Or stand by whiter cows there grazing O'er the lushy green. Suppose some Beauty glance and dance in This wild atmosphere, Then surely that's a dance to see, when Mother Nature dance. So Nature takes the pen out of my Hands and writes for me, May that there me, the clouds and cranes and Cows and waves witness. On cloudy days, practically there will be no sun to see. But it was my insistence that when I rise up after bathing in the river and look up to the sky, the sun should be there in the western horizon for me to worship. If it is a heavy raining day, I will select the time to go to the river according to when the rain will have a possibility of abating. Even on the heaviest raining days in the east, nature is benevolent enough to uncover sun at least for a few seconds. I will select this time to rise up from the river with my eyes closed and fervently wishing for father sun to be there when I open my eyes. With closed eyes when we look westward, standing river fresh, I don't know what makes it happen but the sun will always be there though sometimes be for only a few seconds. It is like this life-giver listens to fervent wishes of his off-springs and grants them. A Poem By P.S.Remesh Chandran. Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books. Trivandrum. Read more about our views on poetry and about our various poetry editorial services, kindly visit http://poetryeditservice.blogspot.in/