It Used To Be A Comfortable Descend Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

It used to be a comfortable descend
From well above
The wind of the lower strata
Making me dazzle one way or the other
But as I get closer to the destination
Me and our tribe
Take a slant straight path
Earlier it was a warmth reception
But, it turns out to be hot these days
A lot of air borne particulate matters
And an irritating gas
Welcome us
We tolerate these
As it gives us greater pleasure
Reaching the surface
People, those days, came out to greet us
And they even danced in the open
Getting themselves drenched
As we land and touch the surface
There used to emanate a scent
Which, we know, indicates the
Active biosphere beneath our landing spot
Days have changed now
People do not have time
To celebrate our arrival
Some of us land on hard and built up surface
And the scent of our union with the destination
Is practically missing
If we are less in numbers
We just trapped there itself and dry up
But if it happens
We rush in big numbers and for long
We flood you
We make you run for shelters
And at times we bring on to you frozen brothers
Who hit on you
We feel sad when we get directed
On to the salty big water s
As we are back to square one
From where only we rose up to come down
We are very pure as we start moving towards you
But as we get closer to you
Many unwanted things penetrate us
Making us less pure
You can a lot to us
So that we reach you pure
And enhance a resource
On which your life depends
You know very well what you should not be doing
And practice them
We shall be thankful to you
For keeping our road towards you clean
Make the descend a comfortable one
For we, the raindrops
Reaching you from the heaven