Through rain’s pouring source
The world maintains its course
Rain in itself is a food
And it verily produces precious food.
If clouds with hold the promised rain
Hunger and distress in the world reign
If clouds impart the bounteous rain
It restores hunger’s gnawing pain.
If no drops of rain are shed
Even the blades of grass are dead
If clouds curb their gifts
Even wealth of wide sea drifts.
If the sky becomes practically dry
Offerings are nil even to God in heaven high
If the clouds their waters cease
People cannot offer alms to ease.
In Hindu tradition as God Himself, is rain regarded
And as “Varuna Bhagavan” is deified and denoted!
What a glorious poem about the rain. So wonderfully expressed by you Chandra. Without the rain there would be no life on here on Earth! I appreciate this one.
To me, each raindrop is a blessing and sure when it rains, we have million drops...shall we count our blessing now for each calming sound it produced, each soothing calm it gave, and the greener crops we have...Thanks to the One, for love and blessing in the raindrops, i like this poem my dear friend_Soul
A beautifully rhyming poem on rain connecting it with Hindu Scriptures! Yes, water is the elixir of life! !
Without rain there would be no water and no life on earth. Excellent Chandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true...everything in life, nature is linked to one another, without one the another doesnt arise