Help Divine!

On paths at noon, like spots of shade

To take some rest, and walk again

In trying times, its ways sublime

To take us through, comes help Divine!

Nature's Play

Through winds of change, and pouring rains

Sea tides and waves, endless again

Weathered rocks, that stories tell
Of what it means, by nature’s play!

A Treat To Have!

With friends in rains, on country roads

Soaked and drenched, to skin and core

Hot coffee, tea, with spicy snacks

A welcome break, a treat to have!

"Come Back My Child!"

With summer past, come monsoon rains

Refreshed and clean, its all again

Beauty supreme, untouched sublime

Mother thus calls, "Come back my child!"

The Silent Sound

Hues golden pink, soft subtle tones

Ours they are, on some walks alone

Where Grace of God, spreads all around

The silent sound, we hear aloud