Watching The Change Of Seasons Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Few days back
Sitting in my verandah
In the same chair,
I had noticed
Empty streets, leafless trees
A breezeless hot day time;
Absence of sound of any creature
Had made the noon time speechless.

Today, I am watching
From the same place of my house,
Listening to the drops of rains
Falling on the plants kept outside.

The Ashoka tree is full
With red flowers outnumbering
Soft green leaves on its branches.
The sky is covered,
The sound and light appearing at times,
Remind the re-arrival of rainy days.

The street is being washed,
Two little birds are there getting wet
Feeling the coolness in the air.

Swinging its’ branches
The Neem tree expresses happiness.
My little daughter asks as to why
It does not rain for all the days.

From near the post mortem center
Located by the hospital,
I hear a shrill cry.
Two young men rushing to the spot
Leave a message about an old man
Taken there being crushed under a car.

While trying to answer
To the query of my little daughter
That rain shall come every year
For the lives to carry on,
I falter.
Forgetting things for a while
I ask the little one,
Whether she would love me
If I would be reborn
As a child to her!