Thanking Nature

Thanking Nature

The fresh cow’s milk in the pot,

Rises as it gets hot,

As if to reach out to the sun,

Thanking it for all it has done,

Fields lush and ready,

Harvesting quintals of paddy,

Enters the pot preface the invoice book,

As the year’s first food to cook.

Sweetened with the juice,

As cane’s sugar is in use,

Binds the milk and rice,

Flavouring up the mixture nice.

We salute the nature,

For its abundant stature,

We thank the sun,

For it shone the right ton.

Grateful to the rains,

It fell to the earth on time main,

The crops cheered and shined,

Growing in length on time.

Even the winds played their part,

Whistling with the crops health at heart,

No hail, no dust intervene,

Pests dared not disturb the green.

Man gathered all these thanksgivings,

In an earthen pot brimming,

Shone it to the sun and rain,

Seeking blessing for the year’s train.

Today the GOD’s come together,

Shower grace and boon forever,

On everyone who bows down humble,

Seeking direction to unravel life’s jumble.