Clouds: Let Us Rain - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Season it is of rain, let’s rain,
Reason too to rain, let us rain.
Be it an ocean of dry, white sands,
Of water waves, surfs, bubbles, wet sands,
Our duty ‘tis to rain, let’s rain.
It’s not our nature to lie lain
At one place, let us move and rain,
We have no me nor have mine,
We choose dwelling, nor terrain.
Let’s rain till dry, till all water drains,
To borrow from the oceans, and wetlands,
Let’s give to get, for, he borrows that lends,
Let’s give and give; he that gives does regain.
To give as we get our mantra remains—
Our monsoon melody’s lone refrain,
Let’s rain that grown are enough grains,
Rain, grains are grown or not, in loss and gain,
Upon fertile lands, on barren in vain,
Born are we naught else than to rain.
The strings are tuned of Megh-Malhars1,
Our mood matches with leaking grey clouds,
By lightning and thunder in cloudy shrouds,
Let us not let them shine—the peeping stars,
We are darkling clouds but mean good,
Let us not let them spoil our melody’s mood.
Megh-Malhar1 is a melodic scale in the Indian Raga
- Monsoon Musings | 04.07.12 |
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