Give Me Your Love
A sapling struggled to peep out of the soil.
There was dryness all around.
The sapling gradually pushed her head out.
She was thirsty but no water was found.
The sapling looked at the vast sky.
She saw a cloud far, far away.
The sapling prayed to the cloud to come closer.
To shower her with love and to make her day.
“Oh cloud! Give me your love”, cried the sapling.
Her cry of help reached the sky at last.
The cloud heard her pleas
And rushed to the sapling fast.
The sapling was struggling in the parched soil.
She pleaded with the cloud to shower her with rain.
“Let me bloom oh cloud! Give me your love.
There is no water anywhere I am searching in vain”.
The cloud listened to the sapling.
Then gathered its strength to shower,
All the love and caring it had in its heart.
Rain came down in sheets to give the sapling power.
Rain, rain the beautiful rain.
Nourished the sapling with care.
The sapling looked up at the cloud and smiled.
The cloud then floated away for love to share.
Dr.Paramita Mukherjee Mullick finds solace and peace in writing and promoting poetry. She has started and is the President of the Mumbai Chapter of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library(IPPL) and is the Cultural Convenor and Literary Coordinator(West India) of the International Society for Intercultural Studies and Research(ISISAR). She has published nine books.