nature

RAIN RAIN RAIN

As hanging cord,falling down the rain
On the track loudly roaring the train

Now the black clouds enveloped the sun ,
Children are making paper boats with fun
The nature is not covered with snow,
Lo, in the western sky there is rain bow
Rain bow looks like a painter’s picture,
it is the God’s hues mixture.

As hanging cord , falling down the rain,
On the track loudly roaring the train;

Often lightening flashing in the dark sky,
Leaves-less tree is shaking with cold ‘as I
Over yon mountains flying the fleecy cloud,
In the cattle-shed ruminating the sheep crowd;
The cocoanut leaves pouring the rain drops
Swinging their heads gaily, the crops.


As hanging cord falling down the rain
On the track loudly roaring the train;


On a bough ravens are flapping their wet wings,
The gloomy thatched-huts have cold lungs;
The nature wiping her dust with the rainfall,
In the streets there is no Wight to call;
Indeed the rain is gazing-stock,
Hearing far the barks of dog flock;


As hanging cord, falling down the rain,
On the track loudly roaring the train.

G.MURALI. 20.02.1993. .

MORNING SONG

He turns the dew drops into gold
Hence, the sun is an alchemist;
Nature hides the beauties carefully,
In her closed iron fist.



The melted gold that drizzles
From the edges of the cloud
Lo,the morning song hears
Across the sleepless river, aloud.



The cold breeze that leaps merrily
Over the dwells, over the open fields;
And over the tops of the green trees
Dryness ,to the nature , the sun yields.



The snow drops on the grass
Solemnly chewing the sun rays,
The sun light pervades in nature
And it penetrates in all ways.



30.4.1995.

G.MURALI .M.A.

A FULL MOON DAY


Upon the surges of
Smoky cloud the moon oscillating with joy,
The twinkling stars are
Looking placidly from far and high;

The yon peaks
Flashing as gold by the moon light,
Over the turquoise lake
Flying towards the hill, a bird’s flight;


The moon-light
Playing on the edges of the trees,
My volition went up
To search the trace of stars;



Every blossomed flower
Drinking the moon-light calmly
Now I am on a rock
With the thoughts of my life trolley.



G. MURALI , M.A