Wednesday 8 December 2021

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.”]

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