Rain

I was expecting you since noon
Yet apprehending will you?
They say, birth death and rain
Nobody can predict.
But I hoped and hoped,
The sky got darker
The green trees swayed
Cool breeze got inside the house
But where are you?
You are the Queen
The earth expects
Without drums and lights
How can you come?
Came the thunderous sounds
And the dazzling light
There came the Queen 
Pouring with her aromatic smell.
_____________________________________________

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

Latest from Poetry

The cordial season.

#Poattic-19 #Autumn # ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour Autumn,you mark the transformation from monsoon to winter The subcontinent’s beauty and

Sabarmati Ke Santh.

#ArtoonsInnWritersRoom #Bapu #ODE 8   Yes he did arrive on 15 August 2022, our Independence Day.

#pencent 183 #drabble

We were distributing food packets to the flood affected in Somepur. We heard a gut-wrencing scream.