Many propelling layers.
What is it that
weaves the cloth
of life?
As blue firmament
is universalised ,
Common , endlessly pervading ,
The rain and
water as if
Sprinklers from Heaven ,
To the drought ridden, also
Copious to the
drain,
as the Pulsating heart beat
takes possession of its
being,
obeying the dictates of
its Maker,
the rod of sceptre of
Destiny
runs the thread of
life.
the rustling wind
rules
the kite ,flying high,,
deliverance from
the
plotting , crumbling Earth.
Accentuated language
From our mouth gains
Eloquence, reaching
the audience.
