I can see a painted valley,

Busy painting the blue sky,

A dark cloudy valley,

Putting smiles, smiling up high.

Enduring the test of patience,

Sturdy through the test of time,

Unparalleled bodies sweating,

Cooling to the raindrops' chime.

Blue moon pulls blue tides,

Winds rushing, farmers tickle,

Every shooting star wish, for this moment to be preserved like pickle!

Someone

Someone unknown,

Offers a stitched clouds' blanket,

In every house, in every home,

In every meal there's a banquet.

I can see a painted valley,

Upon a grey yet colourful sky,

Smiles on faces, tears of joy,

Tears of heavens, and hopes are high.

~Ajay

April 2017