Mother is God

Shall I dance on the cliff

By the sea, under the clouds?

Shall I sing full-throated

To the sky, with the breeze?

Don't know why

But it feels beautiful to be alive

Like an early morning

The rays of the sun that melt the dew

The grass that is wet with the melting dew

The jasmine tree that smells like love

And the gulmohar that looks like hope

Like the noon after the rain

The smell of freshly washed earth

The air that is cleared of ill

The puddle that reflects every smile that peers into it

And the trees that were shaken out of their summer slumber

Don't know why

But it feels beautiful to be alive