To The First Rain Of 2003

TO THE FIRST RAIN OF 2003

Thank thee, o’ the long awaited monsoon rains
For, the singeing earth was shrieking and cringing in pains
Thy healing touch will quench the homes, domes and dens
Will bring in greenery washing away the soiled stains.
Now Nature will dance in greenish, garnish gown
None can be scared of the ardent Sun’s frown
Peace will prevail in the country, city and town
As, to sway thy term, thou descend adorning thy rain crown.


But, alas! Is it thy own crime
That the soothing showers of thine
Can hardly pacify the intense flames of mine?
For which I can neither reconcile nor whine
For which I have been long since pining like a swine,
For, I have to respect what they say the behest of Time.

[This poem is taken from “THE DAWN.”]