A Storm Is Coming Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry
A Storm Is Coming
No breeze to sing in the leaves
And no sunshine to brace the woodland lanes.
Early afternoon,
The children had eased quickly back home from school
And the women had made short work of collecting their water.
Before the great howl on the way,
The well had sunk deeper into a deserted and threatening silence
Old men gazed with fear and uneasiness at the sky
And shook their heads.
It was red, ominous and full of fears.
The animals lowedrestlessly inthe sheds
As the village tucked itself behind closed doors and windows
And waited.
A bottle of rumin his hand,
An unshaven man growled angrily at the sky.
As he dangled between two blades of rising wind,
A storm!
He had nothing to lose,
He never had anything.
He was born with empty hands,
Except for the bottle rum, they were still empty.
There was no difference between the bottle
And him.
One is always half empty
And the other half full.
Wind or calm
War or peace, the bottle had never stopped emptying.
Who cares if it was a storm, he screeched at the closing storm
Or a sunny day!
Or a baby was born
Wind, rain, rum
Storm, blood shed and babies have all always been here
For the having, any way!
Part 3. This is literature, Mohabeer, not just another poem. This should be Poem of the Day every day for several years. It has everything. Absolutely everything that defines a piece of writing as a piece of literature. A million 10s+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ and onto my fav list
Part 2. But you didn't leave it there and you could have... but you swung the tiller of this poem, and sailed it into deeper and darker waters- - you had wisdom to share about the dark side of life here on earth where there is always a storm coming- - ]Wind, rain, rum / Storm, blood shed and babies have all always been here / For the having, any way!
Part One. Your poem has left me breathless- -the lines about the coming poem were so spot on that I felt I should peer out the window to see if one were on its way.- -] The well had sunk deeper into a deserted and threatening silence- -]Old men gazed with fear and uneasiness at the sky / And shook their heads./ It was red, ominous and full of fears.- - ] The animals lowedrestlessly inthe sheds / As the village tucked itself behind closed doors and windows And waited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And..... I am putting your name with pride on my fav poet list