Clouds thunder & showers
Dot my sky
Rains drizzle
Then halt, and ponder
Glabrous terra, Lakes athirst
Ebbing brooks
Yet the soil moist
Who concours our deluge?
They wonder
Behold!
A solitary mortal
Whose tears flood the plains
Praying hands
Beseeching eyes
And cries of atonement
Rent the air
It is him, and his like
That pillaged the terrene
Clouds thunder & showers
Dot my sky
& mull, To absolve, bless or
Let it suffer in dearth
Razed cliffs, beheaded stumps
A lull in buzz n chirps
Bleak contours of the sphere
Harden their will to abjure
Its thunder
No more a promise of lush
But
A cry of bereavement.
A deeply insightful and affecting work.
WELCOME TO DESTINY POETS !!
Thank you Mr Kasatkin. Still learning and hope to do better work among the eminent writers on this forum. Grateful.
An intense, powerful, visually appealing poem.Welcome and well done ,Anita.
Thank you Mr. Nair for your time and valuable comments. I hope to add value to this elite group.
Admire the juxtapositions you prsent. Wonderful!
Thank you very much. Last year, around end of July, I actually experienced those feelings standing on my balcony when, the sky would turn cloudy, there would be thunder, a few drizzles and then it would all recede, leaving us dry and parched. Hyderabad had seen three successive years of drought until the bountiful rains in last Sept/Oct. l’m glad ‘Rains’ touched a chord.