Thursday, 22 May 2014

Waiting for the showers.

Blue flames leap out
to scorch the Earth-ern girdle.
fireball throwing up lava fumes
the island city , a furnace
boiling cauldron, melting pot.

Waiting for the showers.

blinking my eyes
under the canopy of
upturned cupped palm
I make a valiant attempt
to look for some signs

Waiting for the showers.

Ma Varsha (rain) chooses
to hide and not seek us
Bless your parched children, Ma.

Waiting for the showers.

We promise

to drape our planet
in green garb.

to hold every drop
of precious nectar.

to respect the forces
of Mother Nature.

Waiting for the showers
to sprinkle on the garden
seed of life thirsting
to bloom and blossom.
Waiting for the showers
Waiting for the showers