A butterfly fluttered over the mountain stream
Where a graceful deer quenched its thirst
The mountain stream held age-old memories
Of humans and animals it relentlessly nursed.
A boy sat under an orange Gulmohar
Admiring the spectacle right before him
After listening to the songs of birds for hours so long
He dived into the mountain stream for a brisk swim.
However, when the clouds hovered over the mountain stream
The visibility grew rather thin
The boy continued to sit and hum
The melodious music of his grandmother’s violin.
When the raindrops touched his little black head
Facing the sky he greeted them well
For they were his friends closest of sorts
And he was lost profoundly under their spell.
Nature was his home and he belonged there
“Never I want to live in a city.” he said
“My sanctuary has a mountain stream even you’d love.
I won’t trade that for a city life!” he pled.