A light upon this poem:

For many a year, upon many a sunrise, has this poet's eyes lingered upon the feet of a thousand Raags. And yet could he never write of their holiness and purity. 'Their feet are so pure,' said he, 'that only flowers may fall upon them.'

O, but what the voice of the Queen Mother had whispered, among rain and wind: "Write of the rain and write of the clouds. What is that melody that binds their souls?"

"Raag Megh," the poet answered the Lovely Voice. And, with Her softest rain of blessings, did the wind speak, painting these words upon its silks.

(Raag Megh is said to be of the family of the first Raags ever created. And it was formed by the graceful movements of the clouds, and the hum of rain. It is a seasonal Raag that is played in the beautiful Monsoon season. 'Megh' itself means, in Sanskrit, 'cloud.'

It was written on a day where mother Spring blanketed the sky with Her peaceful grey.

O, within these poems of Raagmala, music and poetry are one. Sages of Saheetya, listen to the same melody below, played by the ancient instrument of Shiva. Raags answer to the call of their name, just as Shri Hanuman and Shri Ramchandra).

When the cloud sweeps

That sky of calm,

O Seer, I am that hand

That moves

That colorful cloud.

In the midst of one thousand raindrops,

I am the song.

And in the heart of rain,

I am that timeless dance.

With the wind do I carry tears

From Heaven unto Heaven

To the Kingdom of my Lord.

And, O Seer, no king nor master

Can seize His Kingdom.

I am Megh.

The Grace, The Messenger

Of cloud and stream.