Sharad Rajimwale

Freshman - 657 Points (Calcutta)

The Storm - Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

The storm arrived reluctantly
as it were,
Edging forward over the edges
of horizon
Cautious and afraid with all its dust-filled
But quietly, cautiously----
Till the air grew dark
And Menace filled its every pore
And people looked up
And children pulled up
in the middle of the games
And birds flapped about
And trees bent every whichway.....

The green world below was
So fresh, so tidy, so happy
to be itself....

The storm with its swirling eyes
And tumultuous bosom
Turned away
Moving back the way
It had come
Over the edges of horizon
Leaving the sky blue
the world green and tidy

And the air rippling with gold!

---- Sharad Rajimwale
07-08-2010, Jodhpur, India

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 7, 2010

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