I-FROG

                                                 I-FROG

Seeing the sky,
Never saying 'Hi',
Hearing it roar with the voice of thunder,
Crying with a drizzle,taking away the thunder.

People usually murmur when the thunder comes,
But there are some whose happy moment comes.
Saying it's mating time,they come out here and there,
People enjoy their melodious croaking sound when they hear.

Limping is what we call is their way of walk,
When they come to our sight,killing is what we talk.
Males call their mating partner by a croaking sound,
Biologist start working to show what they found.

God has gifted such a nostalgic creature,
Gifts are to be kept but we are always after it's feature.
Tearing, killing and cutting has become our culture,
By the way, if we don't do this,
Will anyone call 'US' an intelligent creature ?
Why are we compelled to live such a cursed life,
God, next time I come,
Frog is all I want to be in my life.