IN BETWEEN

A vagabond cloud undesirably reign all over the sky from the dawn,

The rainy day shatters all regular activities of the earth and her Sun.

The hubbub, laughter, music, magic of the earth-life drown

Under the discordant, inharmonious and boring insolence of the rain.

The poor earth that stays ecstatic basking under the nectar of the sweet sun-ray,

 Is sitting still, silent, sad, helpless spreading her blank gaze into the sky.

How can she make the cloud to move out of the way between them?

How she can convince him that the pure, perennial sunlight is her rhythm?

How can she explain that her greenery, smile all are generous gifts of his light?

It seems intolerable for her to pass time without his adorable and gracious sight.

She cannot ignore or deny the significance of the water delivered by the cloud,

Physical though, petty though she knows it is essential, inevitable and desired.

Both the sun and the earth knows that the cloud is an interim visitor,

And he rules authoritatively because of his physical proximity to her.

In a day his repository of water will dry up and he will move away from the sky,

Paving way for their romance, exchange of hearts all along the coming days

Though the day of sorrow seems fatally painful, harassingly unending and long,

But it’s really not so, as both of them continue to peek all day at every opening.

After all the magnet of love, the charm of belongingness, the gravitational force of emotions,

Are more powerful, rampant, and indomitable than physical existence, material relations.