The Cruel Rains Poem by lalitha iyer

they came unexpected
like the dark ghosts
from some horror Monsoons
they washed away all urge to live
and filled the dawns with drowning pathos

drenching agony
it haunted every ebony
houses were filled with
unending wetness
mornings were gloomy
earning little energy
to fill the engines
to launch ahead days of toil

Cruel Rains they shivered my fingers
my heart pulsated
with inner fevers
my limbs numb
they pinched my agile stretchings
I started hating rains
fifty years after I have started living............