Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Rain, and more
They're often called the tears of heaven,
sometimes, the arrangement of a donkey's marriage;
To me, however, rain is like
the clouds can't control their pee anymore,
And they're all done with the loaded carriage.
Their name is rather strange:
the combining of a food commodity made of milk
and the act of flapping wings;
Butterflies are of varying colours,
and you'll never see one drink.
Their home is like a restaurant for bees,
their nectar sweet and much,
surrounded by leaves and soil for friends,
Bloem is flower in Dutch.
- Ragini Zutshi Anand