Versa, Our First grand-Daughter. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Post delivery, she was heading from
Hospital homewards.
The rain God blessed her,
showed his blissful head,
a gently downpour occurred.

It continued upto our residential
area as we were nearing
our sweet home adjacent to
Patia Big Bazar.
Her maternal grand- mother,
carrying her in her soft sofa like lap, was tempted to name her varsa,
our first grand daughter.

Whenever she comes from
Hyderabad to Bhubaneswar,
she is invariably accompanied by
a shower of gentle rain.
This time, when Bhubaneswar was
writhing under intense rise
of mercury and skull splitting
solar rays, there was a heavy
shower also from black
cloudy sky that created
pleasant sensation,
presented some relief
and relaxation,
aptly justifying her nickname
and effective relation with
the God of rain.