Our MOM is calling !!! Come on Guys :)

The most beautiful person, but forgotten,
Now, not by me, so I requested a meet up,
She gleamed as if ever ready,
And, I recoiled after fastening,
The hired Dove’s wings, And fluttered off,
Like a bird , which knows no visa,
No limits, to cross countries and seas,
To feel that person, Mother Nature.

It was raining there, with the drops ,
Turning into honey ,by falling on flowers,
Into food , dropping into soil,
But it spilled into my eyes,
To grow into this poem!
Some call it the shower, of mother;
still, hold hartals with ‘black’ umbrellas,
Bandhs, with closed windows.

Once she went away, the rainbow broke,
And broke into butterflies, with body art,
Capable of being a world wonder,
The wet tempted the houses to relocate,
As snails, and that was when I wished,
Being a creature there, at least,
Like the Tarzan, crafting a garland,
Throwing thread through every rain drop.

Unfortunately , couldn’t stay with her,
For long, as her campaign called her,
To fight the general elections,
Against global warming and his ,
Dim-witted candidate, Man.
But , look at right and not the might ,
Of 6 billion men; join with me to ,
Sweat for none other than our, mother.