o what a climate today !

o where is the sun that squeezed dry my blood into sweat so long ?

the day unusually rolls up and sets aside the sparkling quilt of the sun;

and the ashen clouds have spread their thin mats all over the skies

and the cheerful winds on joyful feet spread happiness everywhere

on top of all , as a crowning glory , there is a dreamy rain -

no , i cannot call this rain , or a misty fall ,nor a soft drizzle-

it is of dreamy drops ,here and there , distanced by long seconds ,

and tossed far and wide by the sprinting and sporting wind,

sending shivers of thrill into the streams of blood

and giving birth to spontaneous expressions of ecstasy;

it is a rainless rain , raining joy and dance -

the light is cool and gentle and not hurting;

it is the winds that create the festival of joy

and spray laughter that bubbles up amidst the flowery trees-

o what is the language of the flowers and leaves ?

are they one and the same or different ?

o how i wish to speak their noiseless language !

today i could venture out into the open even at 4 p.m.

with no risk of burning my soles and skin ;

today my dance is not on flames but on flowers-

the sky has bid adieu to the sweating sun of june ;

at last i find the sun of the moon or the moon of the sun

high above on the western skies ,harmless and half-sleepy ;

the nature today has painted everything in mild colours,

drawing hearts out into the open to the bliss of the seasons !

where else in the universe except on this lovely earth

could i get this solemn bliss from the elements of nature ?

i will be born again and again on this beautiful earth .

------s.chandra kalaadhar [18.06.2012/ monday /aani 4/nandhana /4 p.m.