The Green Breeze

a poem by Gitanjali Mitra

The Green Breeze blows gently on the mountains
The cool water comes out of the fountains

The Green Field is covered with fruits and flowers
The farmer waits for the monsoon showers

The rain comes down with shiny droplets
The poet in me wants to write a few couplets

If this isn’t heaven
Where else can it be
When God wants something so shall it be