Poetry

Thought of what not,

That lies isn't poetry,

From the song of the birds,

To the monsoon's coquetry. 

Bells of cows,

That tell stories of  farms.

Thunders of clouds,

That shower rain with open arms.

The sneaky mouse,

Whose presence would quite alarm.

The farmer's house,

That the rains chose to calm. 

Thought of what not,

That lies isn't poetry,

From the song of the birds,

To the monsoon's coquetry.