A Contemplation Upon Nature

Just walking on the streets of Calcutta and then lying on the terrace of my house:


As the sun shines down on me through the trees,
I thank nature
For all she has done to protect her creation
For shielding me from that wonderful monster's full intensity
Even in this metropolis who thinks he does the same
With his towers and hoardings and 'Eco-construction'
But fails to see in his vanity the intricacy of her work,
So serene, so effortless, so pleasing
Which he cannot hope to replicate with rocks
Even those cut.

Now the night is upon me, humid not hot.
Again nature awes me with pleasant winds,
The clouds arranged in a magnificent arc
Moving with the might and velocity of a Pegasus
Like the creator trying to sooth from this weather he created
By waving his beard over Earth.
I sit up but this time the city lights in their full glare,
Hurt my eyes to sooth me from humidity
And I realize I have a question.
'Why does the moonlight not strain the eye?'.
She knows her ways. Again, I thank her.