Clouds floating in the sky,
Bringing rain to the parched land,
Turning desert into life abundance,
Changing brooks into roaring rivers and falls,
Carving rocky ground and distance hills.
O Why do some hearts behave otherwise?
In continuous denial-
To the many signs of the Almighty Creator,
Because, where river flows,
Even the hardest rock can break.
(Belgaum, Dec 2010)
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