Elusive Monsoon Poem by Saroj Padhi

As you turned away so early from our land,

steeped in doubt we wallow around widening cracks

under the wrath of a blinding September Sun

in quest of those drops that sank before our eyes

into the parched womb of a ravished Earth

with hope of nourishing roots of plants in deep sighs

with a veil of pallor all over their face

when yellowing reeds sing of beautiful golden lies;



drops deluded us like self-proclaimed God-Gurus

who outraged million maidens in the name of a religion

only to fill the protesters' skulls with venomous rain

after burning houses and properties of a teeming million;

come back yee clouds like simple seeds of folk's faith

to save us from tyranny of drought and piteous death!