My White Umbrella Poem by Purbesh Mahapatra

Rain clouds surged towards the eye
Like monstrous alligators in ashen skins
Sucked into a black whirlpool of thunder
With lightnings streaking the changing sky

Over the green and dark wilderness
Of a thousand genus of life
The raven haired maelstrom
Pulled the sky from all directions

The narrow dark skinned roads
Slithered amongst the lazy hills
I looked up at the center of the storm
As it hovered angrily over my destination

What high magic made the sky lose her colour
For the day on that road I was the last traveler
My unplanned journey to this unseen place
Coerces on the dipping sun to pick up my pace

Dark tree branches marquee the sunlight away
It feels ghoulish in a very strange way
I voyage alone and afraid through the isolation
Deep into the belly of natural civilization

Blasts of raindrops charge through sparse leaves
Making me sea wet and my view blurry
Everywhere the dense mists fill up the vacuity
I struggle hard on the turn due to the acclivity

In a little distance I was surprised to see
What looked like another human being to me
A sad looking face struggled to have a glance
As we looked on blankly at this happenstance

As I realized her misfortune in the storm
I hurriedly reached for my forgotten umbrella
Barely poor to save her from the rainstorm
Yet may be enough to make her journey manageable

I would not wait for her gratitude
As I looked back at the last turn
She was holding a white umbrella
And looking at me very calmly
Her eyes shined like diamonds
In a fleeting instance of eyesight
I filled my thoughts of the pass
And found myself at the destination
The rains receded as mysteriously
And the evening was as sunny as it could be