May Afternoon

Undisputable is nature's memory When it comes to execute a thing not in hurry Past three, past four, past five And it's precisely an afternoon brief Cordial to nature Hostile to robin and all others Ready to dislodge her home divine And litter streets with leaves brown and green An overcoat of earth fumbles Displaced to embrace each other in humbleness Eyes twinkle and ears stunned At the sight of lightning and thunder cloud People scurrying hither and thither To a shelter safer Passing by then is an evening angel Who being scared turns to Jehovah to appeal Lord, is this the afternoon prayed for? That you beckon sometimes storm and sometimes Zephyr To kill or dream up our playful afternoons On hearing the supplication Clouds above get shy And transformed to turquoise is the sky Only a quite breeze and a small drizzle lash To affirm that somewhere in torrents it showers Whether adrift foretells the onset of monsoon Or a foretaste of something like that, can't tell this afternoon Though souls return home blessed with an evening cool To decorate night with many a dream to see a morning so blissful