When Rain Is Unwelcome Poem by indira babbellapati
When Rain Is Unwelcome
The cloud at the horizon
Hung dark; an over laden
Piece of sponge precariously
Holding the water on earth
The pavement hawkers
Looked askance at the sky
Carefully counting the paltry change
Hidden under the tattered cloth...
No, it did not rain
No, it did not rain
The pavement sighed in relief!
An excellent poem to indicate how the pavement hawkers abhor rain from their point of view!
Rain has different effect on different people, not always poetic. You say it well sympathetically in a terse copmosition.
it's the grim side of the monsoon, the romantic mood of all seasons!
Welcome things are unwelcome sometimes. Nicely put here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 11:41:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Rain spells pain for so many, but that's true for all sweet things. A different view and an astounding poem laced with irony.