First Bloom Poem by Rajesh Kumar

Nothing will come to happen,
Until the clouds have drained
Their rain, and carried on.

Until it rains,
Nothing happens.
Until it rains,
Nothing grows.

Come away until it rains.
Our rituals are wrong
For we have missed the seasons.
We will try again the next time,
When it rains and the earth sprouts,
Humid fumes of pent-up passions.
That time, I know,
We will do it right.

Let us wait until the rains,
For until it rains,
Nothing grows.

7th November 2000