Mercy Poem by Soumili Karmakar

The birds have fled in the island of clouds
All good perhaps, have stood in the abyss of draught
Deep in the ocean of mercy and forgiveness
What we found was only our journey towards God.

The spring had been indifferent, if you believe in the narrative of December
But the summer rain had brought a light of hope
In a barren land,
left uncultivated causing despair
Kept in a distance to wait and see,
If ever love was destined and sorrow was not meant to be weak.

Yes, the summer rain was a saviour of the Almighty
Like an oasis found in a desert unkind
Like a softness of heart, infusing laughter in your eyes,
Like a home found while wondering for too long,
Like a gentle wind that rises every day because care is silently loud.

Well, as the rain saved the toils of men
Some decisions were weaved by truth being untamed.

The willowing tree had stopped wondering about the loss of leaves
All she now remembers is the summer rain,
That helped her to grow from a seed,
Fighting for her roots to be enriched by moisture and warmth
Surviving for the best because she has been the one.

Isn't it an ecstasy to find my willow tree slowing coming to life?
Isn't it a heartfelt note of a foster mother finding her destined child?
Aren't we the children of the divine sky?
Aren't the hopes of love always remembered by those who are left with no home as the time flies?