A Humble Existence

There she sits poignantly, 

On a dainty Gulmohar branch, 

Enjoying the lemony balmy sun, 

On a monsoon mid-day of July, 

Looking at the powder blue sky above, 

And singing a soulful melody, 

Waiting for the evening, 

Finally, welcoming the soothing breeze, 

And the drops of pristine water, 

Falling down like a shower of love, 

Drenching the earth entirely, 

Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree, 

And the coy nightingale too.

And she retires to her nest, 

With her mate, her lover, 

After a dreamy dance of ecstasy, 

Under the tranquil showers of bliss, 

Bewitched by this mushy scenery, 

They bloom together into a beautiful unison, 

Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.