Rain Wrath Poem by Saroj Padhi

Ravished by rain the city yells in its gutters
like a breathless mass-rape-victim, after thegruesome act,
flung into the muddy, stinking waters;
vehicles grope their way thro' the flooded roads
like ships lost in a stormy sea;
huddled like animals in our dingy houses,
saddled on weird stenches on banks of near dry river
we pine forfresh air
trapped by
garbage, rotten bodies and stale memories;

farmers look up from sockets of their weather-beaten eyes
to a sky-ful of clouds to trace the picture of dream harvest
after the swallow of the fresh tragedies
on the paddy fields caused by killer lightning;

you stand beside me at this hour like a mild whiff
from the land of a distant Spring
to redeem my plugged hours in a lone cabin
and assuage the sobbing child inside, as to you I lean.