Siddhant Sharma


The Call For Rain - Poem by Siddhant Sharma

“Rain will come, but when? When? ”
Said Ravi Singh to his farmer men.
It was already July summer,
But the rains did not even mummer.
The sky was clear,
Ravi Singh only had a sigh to wear.

The rains were already late,
The fields were in a drought state,
If the rains did not come soon now,
There would be no food even for the cow.
Ravi had to do something, but what? What?
It was like playing in a lot.

Ravi wanted to talk to god, but how? how?
Would he write a letter to god now?
The only way to talk to god was a letter,
To god, it would matter
The post master laughed on and on,
The letter was then torn.

In the August beginning,
Rains came with much happiness,
Wealth and prosperity.
Water filled the cans, fields.
The rains came with happy life.
The rains sent away all the strife.


Comments about The Call For Rain by Siddhant Sharma

  • Rookie Anand Madhukar (9/16/2009 9:43:00 AM)

    Nice story, well told. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (8/9/2009 7:35:00 AM)

    nice poetic stuff.................... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 356 Points C. P. Sharma (8/9/2009 7:21:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. It conveys the fanfare with which the rains are awaited in our country. Livelihood of a chunk of population in India depends on monsoons. So much so that even our economy is shaken up if right amount of rainfall is not there during a year. I enjoyed your song in praise of rain. Keep it up.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 6, 2009



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