Many a time, I wonder, watching the fleeting Clouds! They come and go without looking into any other direction, as if they were blinded from all sides alike a carriage horse, tbst cannot see anything, except their predestined path of journey!
I wish I could send words of friendship and compassionate request to these monsoon cloudes! I feel an urge ! I wish I could make it understand how dearly each of us , far and near, from the high mountains to the valleys, from the green grasslands to the dry dessert sandy regions, from the temperate forests to the fertile plains await it’s arrival, all round the year!
In such situation of ever increasing demanding invitation, it’s surprising how can these carriers of flowing sympathetic feel, become so hard hearted! They forget their duty, their work , their divine assignment of sustaining His creation!
Why don’t they open their closed sight,?why don’t they turn their direction,?why don’t they stop awhile? Why don’t they slow their speed?….Why can’t they justify their action with uniformity and compassion?
Are they so unjust, only in our land or they are apathetic everywhere and always? Is their system of administration as untamed as alike a whimsical brute that does what it wants, without caring for the end result?
Countles are its havoc, opposite to its beautiful graces! It ignores the parched thirsty lands when it flies away overlooking it; It floods the beautiful riverside inhabited areas when it pours down rampant; It denudes the rich standing harvest when it tears apart; It cracks down swords on Earthly life with its lightening, resulting in, scores of dead, in one go ; When it melts heavily , It washes away settlements so sprightly that nothing except smooth black soil remains!
As I look to the flying culprits, I feel “Man ” may have added many feathers to his cap yet there is a power that cannot , perhaps be , conquered !!!!