One Day It Rained Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

One Day It Rained

One day it rain'd, it rain'd ov'r roofs,
Ov'r tops of trees, in open yards,
On wiseman's head, on nincompoops,
Ov'r fields of crops, in each of wards.

Out of my room, I came in yard.
It rain'd on me, and made me damp.
I found one cloud, when look'd upward.
I asked it, 'Where is your camp?

What is your name? Why you do so?
Why do you not, make some difference? '
In this country, in this pueblo,
Is not one who makes not difference.

It smil'd and spoke, with soft gesture,
'My work is like the just teacher
Who teaches all and makes them wise.
With love he treats and makes them arise.

With care he weeds his pupils' garth.
No rich, no poor, no low, no high,
No caste, no creed, no gend'r, no dye
Is uneven to a teacher's eye.'


Harvendra Singh