In a strange world...

Rain,through the leaking roof of my rooted tree.
The rustle of leaves in the wishful wind
The smell of soaked Earth as she bathes,
And the lost song of a cuckoo in spring
The shy moon ,peeping from her dark veil
The hymns of the closed throated crickets
The songs of the open mouthed frogs
And the lost dreams of a night's sleep.
A swing ,on the lone branch of my rooted tree
The darkness silent and still as she soothes
And The footsteps fade into a dark valley yet
The lost chance of a strange love,in a strange world
Neeraja.M.R