The Expectation. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

she is still shy
Hides somewhere for the moment
Likes to see and smile
Still not in friendly mood
May be she fears
The sun looks with anger
Dear rain why you hides
The time is so belated for us
We are put to strains
The agony is beyond words
The cattle runs here and there
Not to say the wild animals
Where the streams are dried
They runs for a drink of water
Come here as a beloved friend
And bless the world with showers
With mild showers to heavy rains
Restricting your own ways
We are friends from the start up
We likes to thank you in time.