What happens when it rains gems.

Oh! What a majestically looking surreal sky

Falling gems is a pleasant perplexing surprise

Yet we fail to fathom inherent vice

When it falls on the head of my little princess

She picks it and plucks it to her cute shiny dress

Traders simply settle it to evade cess

My moody Maria wife ain’t impress

She wishes to eat all those falling pearls

I have no clue,why she suddenly swirls

My sister is decorating them to her bizarre bag

My father is skeptic of this unexpected downpour

My mother is frantically furious, a massive uproar

My neighbour runs in with basket,bullishness and boys

As if collecting gems is her only vocation of choice

Random uncles lose their restraint and poise

Suddenly these gems seem more valuable than Rolls Royce

Oh!what a strange funny scene,extraordinary,unseen

Everyone is running crazy from old to middle to teen

For me,it’s magical,hilarious and absurd to witness this glorious scene

Ode to my gritty blue bag

Blue,bold and bright

Gritty grips,on shoulders,lovingly light

A loyal friend,A new flashy trend,a means to an end

Carries my essentials as I climb mighty mountains

Soaks up rains,brushes off dust,rarely relents

Perfect companion for my back as I roll down the hill

Smooth as a kiss,admirable in my thrill

In Office,my adventure field runs

My gritty blue bag,reliable and never shuns

Carrying my glasses,towel and masks

This seemingly miniature form,effortlessly multi-tasks

As I move out in Sun or try crazy courageous muddy run

My cute blue bag,always a part of fun

Brisk bruises,bold battles with mud and snow

Like our emotions,this one,fades on every low

Selfless love without a hint of desire

Just an ordinary wash and ready to fire

No downtime,always obliges in meanest of weather

It makes me feel,I can fly without a wing or feather

My blue,bold and boisterous bag,always with me,never lag.