i don’t believe
not in the sun, that sponge my pain
and lamp the hidden crevices
after all, there is no question
of believing or not believing in the sun…
nor in the moon, that waits for me
to rock the cradle, as its soft smiles
gently feathers my anguished soul…
and never in the winds, that shakes my
being as a tree in a stormy rain
and put me in trance, so serene and blissful
neither in the rain, that showers
its passionate dreams bringing forth new lease of life
making me wonder at the rainbow covenant …..
oh god! then what don’t i believe, in You?