Rain- (Ii)need Or Greed Poem by Sachidananda Panda

You did choose to come early
With the sizzling drops of drizzle
Along the occasional splash of droplets
Dousing the fire on frown faces
Densely shaking the pensive deep state
Of course! To keep thy promise
To date…; A long wait.

With thy arrival, life returned
To the Burnt threads on desolate isles
Mirage danced as waves of music
For The frolicking frogs to unite
To go goo-goo, as locked lyres
Intensely enamoured in thin waters

Crickets sang louder
In tune with the rustle of leaves
Lullabies died early sans the moon
In the depth of night, snakes twisted out
To sneak in to the den of rats
A cloudy clatter mixed with broken bangles
‘Ghoongroos' lost the knots of inhibitions
On the floor of inebriated philanders

None bothered the wallets
For squalor, fun, or fest
Unaware of the life, under the amputated spokes
Shrunken skeletons overhead, giving leeway
For sun and rain, to have their free play
As thou dance wild, along the green fields
To wipe the dreams of the year on flooded lids
Hope gets inundated with swelling streams of despair

Fate attains fortitude to remain stale
On patchy geographies of burnt breads
Dark and deep as your face
The sizzling drops of drizzle
Flooding the lids of helplessness
A wait was there for your arrival
A wait is here too, for you early departure
Dear Rain! Choose the way to tread
Stay for the greed, or help the need

©Sachi-16th July-2020
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