Gods Music

 

The distant clouds thunder like

Rumbling snare drums.

The birds in the blue sky,

Swoop sway and sing

To the trailing trebles

Of the kuckoo down below.

Buffalos like bassoons

Blowing in unison.

The thumping feet of Bulls

Beating time like double bass.

Plaintive cries of dancing peacocks

Pouring like cascading strings.

The swishing grasses and

Flowers blooming,

surprising humming bees

Like brushes kissing

The surface of kettle drums.

Mixing with the magic of

Xylaphone rain drops

Fragrancing the parched earth,

God the composer conducts

His own orchestra in nature

For  us  the the blind and the deaf.

Who can otherwise helplessly see

 Men drop the flowers pick up the guns.

And hear them  fill the air with war cries

That those who love power may live

And those who love peace may perish.

 

 

T.S.Gopal.