Rains Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

Rains came
at 11 a.m.
on punctured tyre and broken chain.
On John's tin roof
with dancing mango pickles.
Deodar and custard apple trees
watched in approval,
through blurred vision.

Torrential rains came
and hit this somnolent town
at 11 a.m.
The rickshawpuller and his passengers
hurried to the school,
for the very first time.
A gang of urchins happily
swayed to the tune of football.


Pieces of lecherous coal
had a grudging shower
on the punctured tyre.
Paper packets full of salt and sugar
happily melted in human desire.
Along the drenched asphalt,
he was pushing the broken chain
and deflated tyre.

In boyish fancy for existence
in nagging rains.


(29/10/2017)