In a stormy my night
it rained with thundered
shuddering everything
and parting the coherency
of straws on roofs.
The wind was at its
furious best
that took away
everything
that came on its way.
As rain slashed
on roofless homes
shards of light pierced
unabated
it was sheer fear
that roamed about
to frighten away life.
It poured, wind roared
and ended all of a sudden
as wind relented to breeze
and rain became drizzle
though black patches of cloud
hovered over
still to subside
that looming fear.
Morning next
they woke up
to witness the gory picture
the destruction of gale.
One among them
bowed and kissed the earth
muddy and soggy
Fragrance soil
mesmerized him
and looked upward
to the azure sky
then black
and the faint sun
trying to dispel fear
and exude confidence
that was on the wane.
Looked upward, thanks, I like it Sudam babu. Please read my poems and say something..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rain-soaked soil bringing fragrance of hope......Sudamji......after each storm comes peace of heaven.....well composed.....