The Sane Participant

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke

Standing in the ground,

My head raised high,

I throw my arms above,

To reach the sky.

I don't grow hair,

Nor do I have feathers,

Nor scales on my body,

But I indicate the weather.

I have no fear,

May it be lion or deer,

I am not even bothered,

Of praise or peer.

I grow with pride,

I breathe day and night,

For me all are alike,

I don't take anyone's side.

I change colors,

Still the most humble,

I am a generous donor,

Without a grumble.

I am not wealthy,

Nor am I scholar,

But without me,

I know you will suffer.

I am here to contribute,

Nothing to complain,

I am always mute,

There's nothing I claim.

If you are wise,

Clever or intelligent,

You will realise,

Who is this participant.

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke