**LIGHTNING**

**LIGHTNING** 

There was a day cult 

When i was a child and then grown adult.. 

I remember.. 

I remember the lightning that night.. 

It was cursed and bright.. 

Furious and extreme... 

Beginning to strike every steam.. 

Soon began a smoothie rain.. 

Followed by the breezes like they were well trained.. 

I was entertained.. 

The soft pearls fell on my neck.. 

The rivers were once again abundant.. 

Clouds are mesmerised by there holy tell.. 

Like the old granny telling story to the baby clouds.. 

They were feeling fear and agony.. 

In the process they cried and showered.. 

The old grandpa was angered by the same.. 

And the lightning was followed and lavish cascade.. 

And i was staring at the heavenly masterpiece.. 

Counting every drop of dime... 

-Kumar Krishna Sarma