The Thirst!

Crossing the foothills,
Climbing the lofty mountain,
Over steep hairpin bends,
The car labors uphill!

On the left, a deep precipice,
On the right, the mighty cliff,
Imposing majestic trees,
Hide road from the touch of sun!



The grandeur of the verdant hills,
Amidst trills of colorful birds, so rare,
The scenic beauty of vales below,
For your eyes, a delectable feast!



Dance of restless monkeys,
The occasional Sambar deer,
An endless song of crickets,
Ringing upon your ears!

The green canopied tunnel,
Discretely brings you a smile of cheer.
Yet, as you gaze a bit deeper,
You see the grass, so dry.

The ferns, so lush green ere long,
Now brown, getting ready to die.
The roadsides bathed with dead leaves,
The waterfall, now a mere dribble.



The grasses, the ferns, the trees,
The insects and animals alike,
All yearn for the kiss of rain,
For long have they waited in vain!



Seeing the dark clouds float by,
All nature is athirst for release,
Like the beloved from her lover, yearning, craving,
A celebration of orgasmic delight!