Lying on the water

With my face towards the sky

I felt the waves kissing my body

I felt the coolness of the river

Now how can one complain ?


See the starry nights

See the sunflowers bloom

Hear the flying robin sing

See the peacock blue

How can one complain?


The quietness of the night

The stillness of everything

Now how can one complain?


The sound of the frogs

The chirping of the birds

The squeaks of the squirrels

     The music of the nature

    How can one complain?


‘Complaint’ is the result

Of a person who


Is disconnected with nature

Is unfulfilled within

Is disturbed within

Is out of tune with life

Is out of tune with God

Amrut vivek

17 06 98 (3 am Solapur)