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raviteja kasturi

Abstract Classics Others

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raviteja kasturi

Abstract Classics Others

One with Rain

One with Rain

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The clouds have stitched the silver sky,
They call my waiting soul to fly;
The monsoon whispers, "Come away,"
And crown your heart with rain today.

I long to greet the laughing breeze,
That wanders free through waking trees;
To breathe the fragrance, rich and rare,
When rain has blessed the thirsty air.

O sacred scent of newborn earth,
Where endings gently kindle birth;
Each breath revives a fading flame,
And softly calls me by my name.

Let crystal arrows, sharp yet sweet,
Fall dancing at my eager feet;
Their piercing touch from heaven above
Is pain transformed to perfect love.

I'll dance where bending branches sway,
With emerald grass at joyful play;
No stage but fields, no crowd but skies,
Where freedom in each heartbeat lies.

I'll sing beside the roaring sea,
Where crashing waves keep harmony;
Their ancient chorus, bold and deep,
Awakes the dreams I could not keep.

I'll drench this heart so long kept dry,
Beneath the weeping monsoon sky;
Let heaven's tears through silence pour,
And wash my weary soul once more.

I'll splash through every playful pool,
A child again, untouched by rule;
Each silver ripple, bright and clear,
Will carry off another fear.

No longer merely flesh and bone,
No longer walking all alone;
I long to give, as forests do,
To every leaf the morning dew.

May every drop that falls through me
Become the sap in every tree;
May roots grow stronger where I stand,
A silent blessing to the land.

I'd rise within the banyan's veins,
Flow through the rivers as the rains;
Become the mist on mountains high,
A drifting cloud across the sky.

I'd be the river's endless song,
The wind that carries life along;
The ocean's sigh, the eagle's flight,
The dawn that scatters fleeing night.

For I was never born apart—
The Earth has always held my heart;
Each storm has whispered soft and free,
"You were, and are, a part of me."

So let the rain erase my name,
My pride, my fear, my fleeting fame;
Till every breath and root agree—
I am the rain, and rain is me.

For this alone my spirit craves:
To dance with trees, to sing with waves;
To breathe, to bloom, to simply be—
Until all Nature lives in me.


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