Clouds gathered deciding when to fall
Its been months they have chosed to stall
Folks below waited for a lucky share
If for their luck the meeting is fair
Rainful clouds in a celestial chase
Flaunt a blissful life of their own
wind's rythmic whistle rise
Tuned by the natives' joyful cries
The sky have gathered all its beauties
An impeccable reason for a moonlight dance
The fair was set for the moonlight dance
The dance was danced but the morning broke in a woeful trance
Clouds that have gathered dispersed to burrow
Besetting expectant hearts with mournful sorrow
it was at the end of yesteryear
Hoes where summoned to root the farmlands
The busy sky offered not small hope
But the clouds in deceit refused a shower
The earth fatally bruised
Food trees angered into barreness
Stands ghostly like the skeleton of an ancient statue
Starving stomachs suffered the empty foodbowls a blameful stare
Children spelling woes from their parents' eyes
Sang a Songlike cry in responds to the pangs of hunger
Their cries rose in height than the tower of babel
speaking to the heavens more in innocence than the blood of abel
Parents longing for a greenish sphere
Pleaded with the good eye of heaven
To shed down its tears
'O' the heavens up above the sky so high
Bear in sympathy thy people's plight
Send down rain
Send us grain'
Voices where tense
And the prayer was so said
And the heavens thundered
As rains came not later
Beautifully conceived and elegantly brought forth with spiritual insight.
.........the rains come less frequently....the weather patterns are definitely changing....nice write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Parents longing for a greenish sphere Pleaded with the good eye of heaven To shed down its tears' I love this, indeed drought is anguish. I have not seen it bless the tribe.