Waiting For The Rain Poem by Tanvi Nagar

Past dragged me into it's venomous tracks, I couldn't escape,
Those days felt like they had been recorded on a tape,
So crystal clear they are,
I drifted into that world that is away from this one, very far,
That world is full of black, grey and blue,
Slowly my vision blurred, my thoughts too.

Amid the puddles, pools and the hawker's cries,
Those who took cover or were just passersby,
We sung to the melody of each rain droplet,
I saw the shelter seekers down our tree, curse the rain or just fret,
Some smiled, perhaps, to their own tune,
Those last moments on the Banyan were just a granted boon.

Tears seemed to be the only language I knew,
The gloom encircled me, guilt only grew,
How many tears should I shed?
To wake him from the world of the dead?
The world seemed black, full of despair, mystic, just a lie,
I knew he wasn't far, I would find him, I would try,
I searched far and wide, in vain,
Until I knew I would find him, up the tree, still waiting for the rain.