Reticent Rain Poem by Saroj Padhi

The fallow fields of my village sighed
a little relief as the Monsoon
hit their rugged body with paltry rain
causing bouts of discontent and impotent pain;

farmers are happy with govt. bounty
of abundant one-rupee rice in lieu of growing lethargy
after bumper Covid offer.

Into a stupor
we have fallen it seems,
left to grovel on the edge of a life gone crazy;

rain brings little romance to my shrinking vein
as I wait with the bamboo basket of my eros
hoping to pick a few ice-flakes of love
from your wet body
dripping drops of darkness:

thirsty birds of desire
yawn on my half-wet rooftop
preening feathers, waiting for a heavy shower.