Romance With The Rains Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Like a bride looking for love in her life,
Earth awaits rain god weighed down with water:
O pour in plenty, fill pots and potter,
Quench my parched flesh, deliver me from strife.

Helpless I hail, he hearkens not, she ponders,
It is the beau that the beauty should woo,
Wonder, what would I do, I've not a clue,
How I make him hearken amidst loud thunders.

But why, I can use my bewitching smile,
The flora, varied shades of verdant green,
No more pleading, let me win him with guile,
And he rained and rained until all so lean.

But now the earth's grey needing copious rains,
From this dilemma now the poor earth pains.
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Earth an eager maiden is trying to woo the rain clouds. But like all maidens she is shy. Rushing, roaring come the clouds, and soon they will go yon her reach. Heaven did bestow her once with a bewitching smile— the smile of lush greenery she once had in plenty, but her green cover on the wane and yielding to grey, she can no more attract her beau, the rain god, and will get greyer still, warmer still, barren still— oh a vicious circle.
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Sonnets | 02.04.07 |