The Promise Part Two Poem by Sanjukta Nag

The sunny tomorrow didn’t come today yet
May be promises are not meant to be kept.
Instead he sent some monstrous clouds
Furious enough to sound aloud,
In grayish blue cloak covering the sky
They make me wonder all day, why
The sun intend to give me such grief
Or is it his another mischief
To relish the game of hide and seek?
Oh how I’m craving for him to peek
Between the branches of the savage wood
Who are dancing with delighted mood,
Swaying bodies, praying the god of rain
While despair is flowing through my veins.
Losing my playmate in the density of dark
All I can hear is some wild dogs’ bark
Howling loud as if sensing ill omen
Suddenly the sky breaks into rain.
They say monsoon breeze is coming from the bay
Children are humming songs of rainy day
O when the sun will appear to say?
“Tomorrow will be a bright sunny day.”