Sometimes a pleasant shower and sometimes show her power;
Up to the expectation of someone or becoming a curse for someone;
Many feelings many reactions for the same drops by the same people;
Ask a trader whose skin pores are dry after a long time, how happy he is?
Ask a farmer who watered his young grains last night, where his smile is?
How can be you so unexpected so partial, to give joy and sorrow;
When the cold breeze blow sprinkling the droplets of water;
Lady of the house standing by the window letting her hair go;
With a dancing heart like a peacock, wishing to get dissolve in air like sugar in water;
But what about those droplets which became bullets for a Fishermans cottage;
Oh! Lord Indra are you unaware from the pain and vain of earth;
Sitting in nirvana are your blessings forgotten to be at right time;
Why there are floods and drought faces of yours;
Why can’t you be always symbol of joy and satisfaction?
Joy that a child feels in facing towards raining sky;
Rain oh! Rain don’t make us wait, is this our fate?
Questions sweated bodies looking towards the sky;
Sun overhead, shining mercilessly, extracting water of earth;
Farmer sitting with bending knees can’t even spot a single cloud;
Lands and roads are as dry as faces of people, asking the same question;
All hells and heavens reside here only;
Goods and bads, joys and sorrows, gifts and penalties;
Nothing is in hand of anyone, none can stand against divine powers;
Good and evil happens because god wanted them to happen;
It’s all written somewhere, by someone, for everyone, "MAKTUB"
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
Sometimes a pleasant shower and sometimes show her power;
Up to the expectation of someone or becoming a curse for someone;
Many feelings many reactions for the same drops by the same people;
Ask a trader whose skin pores are dry after a long time, how happy he is?
Ask a farmer who watered his young grains last night, where his smile is?
How can be you so unexpected so partial, to give joy and sorrow;
When the cold breeze blow sprinkling the droplets of water;
Lady of the house standing by the window letting her hair go;
With a dancing heart like a peacock, wishing to get dissolve in air like sugar in water;
But what about those droplets which became bullets for a Fishermans cottage;
Oh! Lord Indra are you unaware from the pain and vain of earth;
Sitting in nirvana are your blessings forgotten to be at right time;
Why there are floods and drought faces of yours;
Why can’t you be always symbol of joy and satisfaction?
Joy that a child feels in facing towards raining sky;
Rain oh! Rain don’t make us wait, is this our fate?
Questions sweated bodies looking towards the sky;
Sun overhead, shining mercilessly, extracting water of earth;
Farmer sitting with bending knees can’t even spot a single cloud;
Lands and roads are as dry as faces of people, asking the same question;
All hells and heavens reside here only;
Goods and bads, joys and sorrows, gifts and penalties;
Nothing is in hand of anyone, none can stand against divine powers;
Good and evil happens because god wanted them to happen;
It’s all written somewhere, by someone, for everyone, "MAKTUB"
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