THE RAIN INTERVAL
The Sun, like the sniffling burrow’d rodent;
Peeps in the gay interval of the terrific torrent
Unburdening the thick, black swishing carpets,
Smiles in the hills, fields, roofs and markets.
All around the gentle warm ray the Hope seed sows:
Skips the children, unpack the footpath vendors,
The cultivators sing, fishermen launch the trawlers,
Wet clothes, boil’d paddy are dried outdoors in rows.
Still throbbing anxiety and fear grip every heart and mind
For, who knows when the unreliable interval will wind?
©Shankar D Mishra 27 .02.2017
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