Tragic Rains - Poem by Naveed Akram
The sudden roar of rain is running swift,
May we pray yet another day,
May our prayers be the roll of paper
Withering in its sleep, curling its
Fingers inside the head.
The suddenness of the weather is like
A thunderstruck face so alarmed by
Beautiful men and women of alertness.
I have hurried forth, in the middle of middles,
Fetching the grace of my deities in sight,
But can I see any god who does exist?
The way of the world creates a wayward one,
Stale pains ignite the fiery heavens,
One roar of rain stimulates the raging
Of delight and felicity,
For rains are of the tragic causes
And the tragedy of life of the death.
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