no ode i can pay..

No ode to nature like Wordsworth i can pay...
no vivid narrative i can say
of the genial sunshine that comes through after rain
penetrating the dark clouds following each other like a train
the water droplets that gleam on the flowers
proclaim their purity and soothing powers
the solitary bird that flies across the sky
savouring the moment, not getting itself dry..
on the roof top i stand and wonder
to stay in basement and work was such a blunder...
to the beauty if the sight i surrender..