Monsoon Musings Poem by Krishna Baalu

MONSOON MUSINGS



I woke up in the monsoon morning
Look at the sky for that dark Krishna clouds
Flowing in the sky like a lava in slow motion

If I do not find it but only a lifeless gray sky
Like a dry rundown wall
I am saddened; I am disturbed

I go to bed on the same day with a hope of
Showers to lash through the night at least;

With a hope to get to see the morning
With
My terrace garden drenched
My surroundings inundated
My distant farmers smiling
The market yard brimming

I wish to hear the roar of the sky
While lashing down;

I wish to smell that warm scent
of the earth when the virgin drops splatter;

I wish to enjoy the cool of the showers
All over me dancing beneath

Despite Science and Technology that is
Uplifting the man

He is always down to earth
Looking up to the sky for eternity
For that almighty’s endowment
For ever!

Krishna Baalu/27-06-2009