Natural instincts..
I pity the rainbow as it is not as colorful as you,
I scold the grass as it is not as soft as you,
I curse the clouds that is not as generous as you,
I shoot the sun as it is not as warm as you,
I pinch the moon as it plays hide and seek,
I twist the ears of running water,
For it hides the curves of you,
I warn the water falls not to jump on you,
I collect all those drops of water,
To tie together to garland you.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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