RAIN

RAIN..

Come here underneath the rain-drenched tree

where I stand with my feet in muddy flood waters

but head in the clouds, as leaves keep dripping

in rhyme, to fill sapless souls with the music of rain,

and birds with wet plumes, from invisible nests

send out throatful songs to relieve some ancient pain;

clouds roving in the sky form pictures of fulfillment

as they rush like ambulances to save dying patients

in distant parched valleys of disgust and discontent

where it aches to unleash for life, hope’s new torrents;

come, enjoy blue slices of bliss amidst the grey clouds

and white swans waddling across heaven’s dark shrouds;

there are thousand miseries for us marooned in floods

yet a couple of stars to bless life pining in the muds !

Samikshya Nayak

XII-F ( SCIENCE )