A Mountain grew,
Ranges forgot their alignment,
Stones on it brawling with each other,
Then amazed with grooves and ridges you had,
It formed a sharp peaks and deep valleys.
A streamlet opened in dark caves,
Found no way to advance,
Then molecules found their Kinetic theory,
Streams glanced at your happiness,
It started its flow on and on,
A flower blossomed,
No sign of allure,
Made some thoughts with its grain heads,
It
borrowed your beauteous
smile,
Bloom showered its charm with you in it.
A berry got out of mated white flower
chromosomes,
It is same as a leaf, no lip plucked it,
Pain in its little core made studded surface,
Jealous studs swilled your red juicy lips with
million straws,
Green berry turned into strawberry.
The Moon ascended and descended its size,
Lost where to halt its growth,
Asked its mother earth how to keep its
geometry,
Earth said your hidden presence on its plain,
Moon stopped growing its circle staring at your
hip.
A little boy took birth,
Matured to know his manhood,
Became a mad mortal,
Encountered you at a right moment,
Peace in your eyes and purity in your soul,
Bring him back to state.
A mute Myna delivered
from its carriage,
Fluttered hard and
shouted at deaf world,
Nobody had attention,
Heard of your sweet voice,
Made cute vocal
efforts like you,
It dragged deaf world
into pleasant creation.
© Kranthi Kiran Ale
27/10/2015
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