sathya narayana

Rookie - 116 Points (12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)

That Rainy Day - Poem by sathya narayana

THAT RAINY DAY
They prayed in unison
For the eluding rain
Long waited in despair
Staring at the horizon
Months passed without a sign
Testing their patience
Hot Sun heckled with a sneer
Night sky speckled
With moon and stars
Leered in ridicule
An old farmer averred
“We’re all cursed by the Goddess
To whom we shunned oblation
That was offered every annum”
Asserted one literate peasant
“It’s all green house effect”
Soon cried an yeoman in glee
“There in the skies! See! ”
Spotting a black nimbus
Hovering over Northern expanse
When came a squall of promise
Followed by what they long missed
Drop by drop; as a tickle of hope
First that started as a drizzle
And grew into a blissful deluge
The tillers found no bounds to their delight
They laughed, screamed and danced
Their mirth and play went astray
Till they heard the direful horns blare
Of cars and jeeps that came

Got down were many men
Of unmistakable power and authority
Of high echelons of bureaucracy
Declared one well-determined
“We came to take your land
To make a project grand
We give jobs to all and
Recompense loss in kind
Or in cash as you intend”
The rain paused in dismay
The greens faded in disgust
One farmer with strength gained
Pleaded in jarred tone

“Sirs, we live by plough
Know not the jobs you give
We know your sweet love
Only a clever maneuver
To evict us from this farm field”
Then came the declaration
“You give land in volition
Or we take by compulsion”
With a thunder resumed the rain
Their eyes showered all along in vain
All of a sudden a shade of gloom
Descended over them
Erasing their volatile dream
The spluttering rain abashed
Under the ominous calm
Of the impending doom
Slumped were the dejected tillers
On their own adored soil
Sobbing violently; their tears
Wetting their Earth dear
And their nails scrapping the dirt
A bit of plough as their last effort
With no grain or gain to collect


Comments about That Rainy Day by sathya narayana

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (10/29/2008 9:16:00 PM)

    You make a powerful statement on behalf of those who cannot speak for themselves.
    For some reason Pearl S. Buck's immortal novel comes to mind. How will these
    farmers live without the good earth to sustain them? Memorable write.

    Kind regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Seema Aarella (10/4/2008 10:48:00 AM)

    A burning issue...dealt with sensitivity, thanks for bringing it to notice, hope this crisis finds a solution and all is well again...our developing science and technology should go hand in hand with the farmer too..aiding him and supporting him...JAI JAWAN...JAIN KISSAN...JAI VIGYAN! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Raj Nandy (9/16/2008 11:19:00 PM)

    This poem very effectively and forcefully brings out the current situation in our country, especially in the state of W. Bengal (Singur & Nano factory) !
    Mamta Bannerji would give a lot of publicity to this one if you send it to her!
    -Raj Nandy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mamta Agarwal (8/23/2008 10:19:00 PM)

    this is an awesome poem. with you the end is always unpredictable- mark of great poetry. itshas captured the anxiety, elation, jubilation, and then helplessness and pain of the farmers. recently in Greate Noida, farmers were in arms and took on the state govt. for inadequate compensation. they won. thanks 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 71 Points Indira Babbellapati (8/13/2008 6:25:00 AM)

    this is what happens in the name of development esp. urban development...it's a pity there's none to wipe away the tears... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 13, 2008


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