Shristee

Shristee

In the gurgling notes of the river,

In the twinkle of stars that shimmer.

In the waves rocking the shore

In the bee, buzzing while doing its chore.

In the flowers spreading aroma wide,

In the verdant valley, 

where bleating sheeps glide.

In the petrichor rising from dry turf,

In the lash of rain, drenching green herb.

In the fields waving with grains,

In the toil of the peasants, in their pains.

In the cry of the neonate,

In the joy of their wait…

In the strokes of the artist’s brush, 

In the silence amidst the rush.

In the glorious universe

Resonates my name,

With its diverse hues and shades.

In every particle of cosmos, it pervades.

Creation pulsates with a rhythm of mine,

Fabricated by the supreme, the Divine.

Shristee Singh