A Grain of Universe
Raindrops kissing the ground,
And greenery spreading around.
Feels like clouds are in anger,
As thunder makes clangour.
Blue skies arise and set,
When everyone work and sweat,
And enjoys this time,
But in eternity everything doesn't rhyme.
This world is a mystery and,
Existence is the prehistory.
Slowly everything blurs out from all eyes,
And answers from closed book will get reveal.
As each one sees the created profusion,
But after all, every person lives in an illusion!